In all that has happened, I have neglected to post about my Dad. I am amazed at how he has handle my Mom's death. Not that he hasn't or isn't grieving, because he has and continues to. But he also is not falling into a depression or hopelessness. I know that God has saved him from these things. He has also built a strong circle of friends over the years, and they have been such a support and encouragement to him. He is amazed daily by their blessing to him. Just like myself, he has good days and bad days, which is to be expected. He is such an awesome Dad and Grandpa - he loves Jared SO much and I know that Jared brought him a lot of comfort after Mom died - and still does. It's amazing how you think family means so much to you until something like this happens, and then you realize that it actually didn't mean nearly as much as it does now! It's something you can't understand until you experience it. Actually, I'm more afraid of losing Dad now, too. I'm not really fearful of Ryan or Jared or my brother or sister-in-law dying, but for some reason I think about losing Dad much more. It scares me. Maybe I am realizing just how quickly life can be taken away and scared it will happen to another parent. I already know that God took care of Baby during this hard time. I did tell Him that I couldn't handle it if we lost this Baby due to the stress of the situation. But I saw the doctor the day before the funeral and all was good, and then saw her again this week. And all is still good. She said Baby can handle a lot of stuff, and obviously this one can!