
Last night I was able to see Les Mis
again. But this time with my sweet Dad.
I took him for Father's Day and
it was one of my favorite nights in a long time.I think the
play was even better the second time and being there with one of my
greatest
heroes just made me think so much more about the storyline and
the beauty of the truths
shared. And that last scene (pictured) had me
in tears. Because it is gorgeous and touching,
but mostly because it
feels like my Dad and I recently did something similar with my sweet
Mom. He and I were the last two people to be with her in mortality and I
walked out of their
home, less than five minutes before she died, to
let my Dad have that experience with her
alone. It was the hardest thing
I've done in this life, but I've never regretted giving him that gift.

And just as a side note, listening to
Bring Him Home when my girl is about
to leave on her mission is brutal.
It was hard the first time, worse the second.
Because my brain
automatically changes the "him" to "her" and it just about
does me in.
I'll leave it at that, but oh how I'll miss her. And pray constantly
that
my God will bring her home to me safe and happy and the second it
is right.
It was a good night. Just a really good night.