At what point do I stop reliving Dad's death every year on its anniversary?  I just re-read last years 
post about the 4 year anniversary of the day Dad left us.  I still think of him every day, although a week or two ago I realized I couldn't hear his voice anymore...like during the last phone conversation we had.
This is a photo of the teens having fun with Grandpa, about 15 years ago.  Leif would have adored him.
God is good.  Even when He takes my Dad before I think He should have.