Missing My Dad

I just started reading The Shack this week. When I think about "the great sadness" talked about in the book, I identify with losing my dad. He had to die a senseless death that wasn't fair. He had multiple sclerosis and the muscles of his tongue were the final straw of his life because he didn't want to be kept alive by tubes. Each time I look at my son I am amazed at how much I see of my dad in him. Mostly in appearance and not personality...he has a certain twinkle that sparks a tear each time as I remember my dad's gleam. How I wish that my son could know his grandpa George. I am comforted only in the fact that perhaps Grandpa George is able to get to know Carson from heaven's vantage point. While I don't know this for truth, I know at least he will one day get to meet the grandson he never got to meet.