Today I am grateful for my husband and kids once again. In 2006, on Easter Sunday I received a phone call that changed my life forever. My father died that day and with him, so did a piece of me. In 12 more days, it will be the 15th anniversary of that day and three days later will mark what would have been his 88th birthday. April will always be a difficult month for me but I am so grateful and appreciative of this little family of mine that surrounds me with love. It fills the empty parts of me and gives me the strength to want to see many more days.