He hadn't been feeling well in a while. But dad never complained no matter how much pain he was in, so you never really knew.
Dad had been having heart problems for a while and the last few days he had come down with a respiratory infection. My brother made him an appointment for Wednesday at 12:45 to get him some antibiotics to clear up the infection.
But God had other plans.
My brother helped dad walk out to the car and get seated. He closed dads door and walked around to the drivers side and got in. He reached over to help dad put on his seat belt, but he was already gone.
Dad was always there for his family. Always. A few days later, it's just so strange that he's not here with us anymore.
But as painful as it is losing him and as hard as it will be going on without him, I have to be thankful. Dad was a GOOD dad. He didn't drink, didn't cuss, wasn't abusive and was always there when we needed him. And dad loved being at home, as great a shock as it was, I'm glad he went quickly and didn't suffer or have to spend his final days in a nursing home or hospital.
Dad was 79 years old. He lost his father when he was only 10. Over the years he also lost 3 brothers, and his sister. I can only imagine the joyful reunion in heaven on Wednesday, when he finally got to go home.
Guess this is rambling, but I needed to put it in writing.
Dad had been having heart problems for a while and the last few days he had come down with a respiratory infection. My brother made him an appointment for Wednesday at 12:45 to get him some antibiotics to clear up the infection.
But God had other plans.
My brother helped dad walk out to the car and get seated. He closed dads door and walked around to the drivers side and got in. He reached over to help dad put on his seat belt, but he was already gone.
Dad was always there for his family. Always. A few days later, it's just so strange that he's not here with us anymore.
But as painful as it is losing him and as hard as it will be going on without him, I have to be thankful. Dad was a GOOD dad. He didn't drink, didn't cuss, wasn't abusive and was always there when we needed him. And dad loved being at home, as great a shock as it was, I'm glad he went quickly and didn't suffer or have to spend his final days in a nursing home or hospital.
Dad was 79 years old. He lost his father when he was only 10. Over the years he also lost 3 brothers, and his sister. I can only imagine the joyful reunion in heaven on Wednesday, when he finally got to go home.
Guess this is rambling, but I needed to put it in writing.
