Diane Moody

It's now been a year since the morning I received that phone call. You see, Dad always made coffee each Monday morning for the men's gathering in the senior adult community where he lived. When the men arrived at the usual time on March 20, 2017 and found the doors locked and no coffee made, they knew something was wrong. In less than an hour we were notified that Dad had died in his sleep. He was in perfect health for his 93 years, so while we were stunned at his passing, we were also grateful to know he simply went to sleep that night and woke up in the presence of his Savior ... along with a reunion with Mom and so many family and friends who preceded him.

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As you know, Of Windmills & War was (loosely) based on some of my father's WWII experiences, particularly in his service as a B-17 co-pilot with the 8th Air Force, and the Operation Chowhound food drops over Holland during the final days of the war. Writing that book with Dad as he shared so many of his memories was truly a labor of love I will forever cherish.

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Which is why, over the past year, I found myself unable to return to work on the third and final book in that series. With a much-needed sabbatical now behind me, I'm once again at work on this newest story and look forward to its release sometime later this year. *[UPDATE: From the Ashes of War is now available.]

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But today, I'm remembering my dad and missing him terribly. At his memorial service, our son Ben and our daughter Hannah sang a song dedicated to their grandfather ... how fitting that they chose "I'll Fly Away." Take a moment to listen and watch the slideshow, and join me in remembering Dad today. Click on the photo below.