Passing out of the shadow,
Into eternal day,
Why do we call it dying,
This sweet passing away.
That which we call death is merely the slumber and rest of this mortal clay and that only for a little season while the spirit, the life, has gone to enjoy again the presence and society of those whence it came, and to whom it is a joy again to return. And this will be the condition of the righteous until the morning of the resurrection, when the spirit will have power to call forth the lifeless frame to be united again, and they both become a living soul, an immortal being, filled with the light and power of God. What reason have we to mourn? Except that we are deprived for a few days of the society of one whom we love.
Ever since I was a little boy my dad was always my first and biggest hero. I was a little boy that idolized his dad. Now I’m a grown up little boy, and I still idolize my dad. My dad was always bigger than life. I miss him every day.