It was one week ago today that my mom called to tell us we should drive up to NC to see Jack because things weren't looking good.
We arrived in time to see him and spend that last night with him as he was struggling in the hospital. On Friday morning, God decided it was time and finally let his body rest.
The next few days were a flurry of activity.
Funeral arrangements to make, family and friends to see and more BBQ and fried chicken than I've ever seen to eat. (Nobody does funeral food like southerners.)
After all of the activity was done and it was just me, my mom and G at her house, I walked around just looking at all of Jack's stuff sitting there like he's going to walk in and grab it anytime.
I immediately grabbed my camera (cause that's what I do) and snapped a few pictures so I'd always have those memories of him.
(Photographs that we displayed during the visitation.)
He may have technically been just my step-dad, but he was the only father I really ever had and he will be missed dearly.