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Sunday, February 12, 2017

I'm heartbroken, my Daddy passed away....

With a heavy heart, I am here to to tell you that my precious Daddy died last week.
 Just 61 days after he last kissed my Mamma.
 She passed away on December 3, 2016 of pneumonia.
 On January 22, 2017 we held her memorial service. It was a beautiful service. Here's my father holding a picture of his beloved Shirley surrounded by his four children, three son-in-laws, many grandchildren and his great grandson.
 I took my grandson, Ridley to go visit my Daddy the Wednesday after the memorial and he was sad, but seemed good. He smiled and seemed happy and at peace. He really enjoyed seeing Ridley.
 The next Tuesday he was admitted to the hospital for dehydration, but we found out he also had double pneumonia and we learned he was passing away. I met him at the hospital and visited with him. He was awake and in good spirits.
 Oh, Father in Heaven, how can this be happening again? I just lost my mother and now my father is dying. I don't feel like I can handle this.
Just a few days prior I posted this picture on social media with this caption:

"Peace. Beautiful peace. That's what I am feeling right now. After several weeks of going at break-neck speed and experiencing deep sorrow, life is happy and calm. I thank God for this peace. It's Friday night, it's beautiful out and we have no plans. Wine glass in hand, slippers on...auhhhh"

Now, just four days later, I am told my my father is dying. I am losing my precious Daddy. Oh my heart hurts.
 Soon my sister Kelli arrived.
 And then our sister Kathi arrived.
I slipped away to the bathroom and cried out to God, "Oh Lord, I don't have the strength to do this again, I want Daddy to live, but I know he's tired and lonely and he wants to go to Heaven and be with you and Mamma. I pray for Thy will to be done. I ask that you give me strength because I cannot do this on my own strength." I wept. Then I pulled myself together and went back out to see my Daddy.
 My husband soon arrived.
 Then my son, Cameron, came. I love this picture of Daddy looking at Cameron and touching his face.
 So very precious.
 Then Grayson came and told his Grandpa some good news.
 Then Hayden arrived. Our eldest son, Mackenzie, lives in Colorado, but he called and talked with his Grandpa. I am so thankful for my sons and so happy that they all got to talk to him and tell him one more time they loved him, and he told every one of them he loved them too. My sons all loved and respected their grandfather very much, he was an excellent role model for them.
I was happy that all of Daddy's grandchildren either called or visited and his siblings either called or visited. My brother was able to call and talk to him as well. Here he is with his big sister, Josephine. Daddy's pastor came too. We circled around him and sang to him and prayed over him.
It was late and everyone else left except for my sister Kathi and I and my son Hayden. We followed Daddy as they transported him to a room on the 7th floor.
Hayden stayed for a while and read the Bible to Daddy, but then he had to get home. After just losing my mother, I did not want to leave my Daddy. Kathi and I decided to spend the night at the hospital with Daddy.
 I slept in a lazy boy next to his bed.
 She slept on the little sofa. I am so very thankful for these last hours with my father.
The next morning my Daddy barely woke up, he could not fully open his eyes. I told him, "Daddy, it's your baby girl, Sharon, I love you!" and he replied in a very tired voice, "I love you" back to me. That is the last conversation I had with my father. He went back to sleep and never woke up again.
My sisters and I held vigil all day long.
The sun was setting and we eventually went home to get rest and left him in the care of the hospital staff.
 The next morning I got to the hospital at 7:00 am. Daddy lay sleeping peacefully. He never did wake up again.
 My daughter-in-law brought in our grandson, Ridley, to see his great Grandpa. He was so precious, his eyes were all on Great Grandpa when he came in the room. We explained to him that Great Grandpa was in a deep sleep and he would not wake up. We explained that he is dying and he will soon be in Heaven with Jesus and Great Grammie. Ridley understood and was not afraid.
 He brought his great grandpa a gift of a little tractor.
 Ridley loves his tractors, so this was a very special gift of love. It really touched my heart.
Ridley touches all of our hearts!
Throughout the day my father received many visitors. My father was loved by many people.
 He lay so peacefully. I am so thankful for this.
 That evening I read him scriptures and I played the old fashioned hymns for him. He always loved those old songs.
He was on the same track as my mother, his breathing was starting to change just like Mom's did, but it was not labored, so I thought he had at least one more day if not two days left with us. I stayed until 7:45pm and decided to go home to get some sleep and I would be back at 7:00 the next morning.
I asked him to please not die until I came back the next day, but if God calls him to please go! I kissed him goodnight and went home.
When I got home and my husband was already in bed. I read my Bible and prayed and had a glass of wine. I opened my email and found old photos my son had scanned and emailed to me. I found this wonderful photo of Daddy holding me. I have never seen this photo before and have never found a photo of him holding me. This was truly a gift to me. Right then,the phone rang and it was my sister telling me that Daddy had passed away. I was heartbroken that I was not there with him. My heart truly sank and I cried. I informed my husband and sent texts out to my kids. I was really heavy hearted but then I realized that he was actually passing away as I was finding this photo of us together. I felt like it was a special gift from God.

I had trouble sleeping as I kept thinking that he was all alone. What if he didn't die peacefully. I needed to see him.
 My sister, Kelli, went to the hospital to see Daddy right after he passed. She said he looked very peaceful and that he was not alone. His nurse was with him and she was very sweet, this comforted me. On Friday morning my sister, Kathi, and I went to see him at the mortuary. He laid there very peacefully and it was so evident he was gone. It was good closure for me. There is no doubt in my mind that his spirit is gone. He is now in Heaven with Jesus whom he has served his entire life and he is reunited with my mother and all the other loved ones who have passed away.
My parents are together again in heaven!
 They are young again and pain free!
 They were married for 60-1/2 years!
 Sometimes it hits me like a ton of bricks. I cannot even believe that they are both gone. I am so sad, yet I trust God and I know they are with Him in heaven. Dying is part of life. Our relationships are the only thing we take with us to heaven, so it's important to live in peace and harmony with everyone, visit when you can, let them know you love them while you have time! Live without regret! Go to the family reunions and holiday gatherings. Enjoy one another. I am so thankful that I spent time with them and have very little regrets with my relationship with my parents.
 Good-bye my handsome Daddy, I miss you so very much. I will see you and Mamma again on the other side.

"Very truly I tell you, whoever hears my word and believes Him who sent Me has eternal life and will not be judged but has crossed over from death to life." John 5:24 
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