Last Thursday (Jan 21st) my Daddy took his last breath. After a long night of very labored breathing a sunbeam fell on his face he took one last deep breath and it was done. Within a few minutes we were all gathered around his bed and my mother led the most beautiful prayer of thanksgiving I have ever heard. Instead of asking why; instead of cursing God for taking her partner of 71 years; instead of wondering outloud what would come next she gave thanks for the long life they shared together and for the many years of service Daddy had given to others.
Yes...there is a huge hole in my heart. Yes...I often break down in tears. But as I reflect on the lessons that he taught me, as I think about the life he lived, I can't help but celebrate the fact that he is safe in the arms of Jesus, conversing with the faithful men and women of old and finally realizing just how many people he influenced for good.
Thank you Lord for giving me a Daddy that taught me about your goodness. Thank you for giving me a Daddy that affirmed my worth. Thank you for giving me parents that loved each other and thier children no matter what swirled around them. Thank you for allowing him to be with You!
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Dan, Thanks for getting this down in writing so we can look back at it. I'm still telling my friends about our joy at his being with the Lord. And, about you saying within the first 15 min, "He knows who wrote Hebrews!"
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