Today, my precious daddy, Fred L. Reed III, woke up in Glory. I’m sure his parents and grandparents were excited to welcome him and start showing him around. Or, he is still standing with his Saviour in awe, and he’ll catch up with them later.
Dad’s passions were his family (and I’ll always be grateful he never missed a birthday, concert or a ball game), and writing. Now, he has massive scope for both.
I love you, Daddy, with my whole heart, and I’ll miss you until the day we are reunited. Your life here was outstanding, and I’m so proud of and grateful for your influence on my whole life. When we met last, I sobbed on your chest over my husband's tragic circumstances and your comfort and sweet words, “Oh, Becky. Oh, Becky…” will always be with me.