The last week has really shown me just how important trusting in my faith is. Rotten things kept hitting my family from all sides. All we wanted was to lay dad to rest, give him his day. I just kept repeating “there has to be blessings in this, dad wouldn’t want us to give up.” I prayed and prayed, promising to keep trusting in His will no matter the outcome. Our blessing came in the form of a generous persons kindness to our family, listening to other people’s accounts of my dads kindness towards them and all who showed up to celebrate him. I don’t think he knew how many lives he touched. Peace came upon me knowing that I kept my faith in some of the worst days in my life and it carried me through. Never give up, keep praying, keep the faith.