The rib cook-off felt like it came quickly. It was with heavy hearts that we considered attending. Garrett didn't think he could without dad. I knew that I wanted to take my kids, but our hearts were broken thinking about attending Dad's favorite event of the year without him. Dad typically went twice a day all five days of this event. I know this year will be filled with so many firsts. Still, it was absolutely a tender mercy that my sweet uncle and aunt joined us. They came all the way from Idaho just for the weekend. I feel like dad's brother Wes, is the closest thing to him on this earth. His appearance, demeanor, and spirit so closely resemble dad's. We had a wonderful time, and words can scarcely convey what a blessing it was to have them there. We stuffed ourselves on ribs, rode rides that almost made my kids sick, and finished off with giant snow cones. It was also a blessing that Kelli was home in time. I felt comforted by her return; I can only imagine what a relief it was for Garrett!
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