It happens all of a sudden. You don’t expect it at all. I mean, you sort of know it’ll happen one day but you don’t know when that one day will be here. So, you go about your merry little way. There you are one minute checking Twitter, responding to three-day old emails and seeing which friends have “taken their turn” on Words With Friends. The next minute, you see the name on your caller ID and you get this feeling in your gut that something is wrong. Sure enough. Something was wrong. “Dad’s on life support,” was all my husband’s twin sister could get out through her tears. I tried not to panic and make the situation worse because after all, it wasn’t my father she was talking about. It was hers. Or was it? I remember the first time I met him. It was April of 1992 and I was forced coerced persuaded to sing a song for my soon-to-be husband’s parents. How embarrassing, huh? It was. But, I think they knew it was for real and they figured that any daughter-in-law of theirs better be able to make some music with her vocal chords. Apparently, I was a shoe in. Since that day, I was treated by my in-laws as if I was their 7th child. Of course, most of their children’s spouses feel that way. My father-in-law was a one-of-a-kind man who became my father over the last 18 years since my Daddy had departed this earth just two years prior. He showered me with encouraging words and oodles of love just like a father would toward his daughter. I loved his wit, his charm, his talent and his heart. He did not achieve perfection on this earth but he did leave a legacy that will be passed on to generations. His six children and nineteen grandchildren will make sure of that. Within 24 hours of that life-altering phone call, we lost Charles Joseph Beall. Our earthly loss of a loved man was Heaven’s gain of a faithful servant. He’s no longer with us in this world because he’s joined a heavenly chorus and I’m most certain that he has the lead role. You will be missed, Dad. Thank you for loving me. It means the world to me.