My Daddy battled ALS for two years before Jesus took him home.
It wasn't until I learned that Daddy's last words here were "Home" that that word became
a whole new meaning for me.
Because I know he wasn't thinking this home. Here. He wasn't thinking the pain, the loss, the crying. He was thinking of Home. His Heavenly home, where the pain would be gone, the race won, the crown worn, his Jesus, my Jesus, waiting for him.
So that's when I came up with this idea.
A reminder to hang in my home here, that this isn't my home.
A reminder of the battle my Daddy fought. And won.