I went to another Carta Valley funeral this weekend.

I was out of town for 14 hours.

And for 11 or those hours, I was driving.

I left at 5 AM, got to Del Rio just before 11, ate lunch with my parents, went to my cousin’s house to meet up with everyone, drove to the gravesite in Carta Valley that started at 2, was in the car driving home by 3, and got home around 8:30

Talk about a kick in the face.

I felt like a truck had hit me the next day.

But it was worth the drive.

See, my uncle died last week. My mom’s only brother.

My uncle was a sad man for a lot of years – I think he was mostly eaten up with regret.

But failure is better than regret. Every single time.

I am so glad that as Christians, we have hope beyond the grave.

And I hope you swing for the moon.

I love you.

-Dad