WELL, MY DAD IS GONE

He passed away Saturday at noon.  Peacefully - and I have felt peace over it;  the same peace I felt when Dallin died (though I still cried my eyes out over not holding a sweet little baby again - until the resurrection).

He was a good man - and I am blessed to be called his son.  He left a good name and a good legacy and footsteps for me to follow.  He was not perfect - but neither am I.  I think he meets the grade of what it takes to quality as a good man - becoming just and holy.  Where I think I am at.  I would like to be considered just and holy one day.  There is still much work ahead of me.

It really does not matter where one is at in that process - so long as the slope is positive when the mortal sojourn is cut short.  God requires a willing heart and mind - He does not require perfection; though we have all been charged with that end-goal.

So now I get to throw my work schedule into chaos and get out and go face a few siblings who did not have a good relationship with their father over selfish and dumb things.  Mostly over sin and greed on their parts.  I warned them some time ago that it was folly to maintain a hostile stance with someone over petty things - when that person was obviously closer to the veil than most are.

As usual, I will stay aloof and observe from a distance.  They will now have a more difficult than usual row to hoe.  One sibling that they have bullied pretty much out of the social circle will no doubt be there.  I am hoping it will be a positive thing.  Time is short people - wake up and get your crap together before the day comes wherein no works can be performed.  Then, it is everlastingly too late.  Today is the day to perform those labors......  but then, I might as well be talking to a wall......

Sigh....