Peace and love to you all.
It's been six months.
Six months since the worst morning of our lives.
Six months since we said our goodbyes and let you go with God.
Six months since our family quartet officially became a trio.
Six months since we had to learn how to live on our own, without your presence.
Six months of open water, struggling to stay afloat.
Six months of emptiness in the corners that once were filled with laughter and advice and maddening comments while watching TV.
Six months of doubt and worry for the future.
Six months of puzzles being packed away, never to be touched again.
Six months of sitting out on the patio with an empty seat across from us.
Six months of stepping into the office and, for a second, wondering if you were out and about and running errands.
Six months of wondering what to do next and how we'll go on.
Six months of going on anyway.
Six months of missing you.
It's been a half a year already and it feels both like forever and just yesterday.
The holidays will come and they will hurt and we will keep doing our best to live our lives, even though they aren't going to be whole ever again.
It's been six months, Dad, and we miss you more every day.
Thanks be to God.
After 43 years of ministry, Randy Cross lived his "fourth life" and shared about retirement, living boldly and intentionally in our world. To be sure, there was some North Dakota thrown in.