Bipity Bopity Boo!

Last night my girls & I ended our day of cleaning rooms with some time in the lake. We started off with some swimming and then decided to light the pile of wood that has been collecting in the burn pile on fire. We pulled out the s'more makings, got our beverages, and cleaned our chairs. We Enjoyed our evening just hanging out and enjoying each others company. As I sat in my chair, I was feeling a sense of accomplishment. I got a pretty good fire going for my girls to enjoy. Even my inlaws came over via canoe to check out the festivities. The bugs came out, the fire was dying down, and the girls & I decided it was time to head inside. As I walked through the house, I glanced at the family pictures scattered throughout our home. The four of us smiling together enjoying ourselves on vacations or in our everyday fun. I stopped to pick up one of these pictures and thought how unreal it is that this person who made us four was "magically" gone. One day he's in all of our pictures and the next day he's vanished into thin air. I of course know it wasnt magic because I vividly remember those 20 hours like it was yesterday. I had 20 hours to think of how I was going to tell my little girls that their daddy wasnt coming home. Sometimes I wonder if I did the right thing. Did I protect them by taking care of everything and then have to tell them? Should I have had them at the hospital to say goodbye to their lifeless dad? I'm not sure either way was best, but to them it must seem like one minute he was there and the next day he just disappeared to this "magical" place we called Heaven. I do hope that some day when my girls want to know more about the events of the day that took us from pictures of 4 to 3, that they understand that I tried my best to do the right thing in an unimaginable time in my life.