I was extremly close to my stepdad. He spent endless hours showing me what things in the bible meant, he never was too busy for me, to encourage me, to guide me when I was angry at God..etc..
He was the first Godly example of a safe male role model I ever had. We had a special father/daughter relationship that I'm ever thankful for.
But it has been 5 1/2 yrs since God took him home.
My fiance's coworker had a heartattack and so we went to visit him in the hospital yesterday. Now, of course its the holidays and I drove by mom and my stepdad's old home on the way to the hospital...so I was already missing him....but when I walked into that hospital ward...I was instantly emmensed in a flood of memories.
It was set up just like where he was, and when I saw those glass doors of the hospital rooms...and just started shaking immediatly and had to leave. It took me 45 minutes to regain composure. It was so embarrasing.
He was in the hospital for 3 weeks before he died, and he knew when he went in, he would never come out. He said it. For 3 weeks I had to be my mom's support...remember all the doctors said...keep everything situated..and transporte my mom back and forth the 2 hr drive almost daily through the whole thing. My (at the time) husband was no support for me, and made things even harder emotionally and I felt that I had no time to greive his sickness.
I never question God why...because I believe He wanted to reward a good and faithful man...I just wish I had more time with him...and that my children had more time with pop-pop.
I've let myself grieve over this...not till after my husband and I split up..but I felt like I have...yet still today I cry as though it happened 5 months ago instead of 5 yrs. *sigh
cindy
He was the first Godly example of a safe male role model I ever had. We had a special father/daughter relationship that I'm ever thankful for.
But it has been 5 1/2 yrs since God took him home.
My fiance's coworker had a heartattack and so we went to visit him in the hospital yesterday. Now, of course its the holidays and I drove by mom and my stepdad's old home on the way to the hospital...so I was already missing him....but when I walked into that hospital ward...I was instantly emmensed in a flood of memories.
It was set up just like where he was, and when I saw those glass doors of the hospital rooms...and just started shaking immediatly and had to leave. It took me 45 minutes to regain composure. It was so embarrasing.
He was in the hospital for 3 weeks before he died, and he knew when he went in, he would never come out. He said it. For 3 weeks I had to be my mom's support...remember all the doctors said...keep everything situated..and transporte my mom back and forth the 2 hr drive almost daily through the whole thing. My (at the time) husband was no support for me, and made things even harder emotionally and I felt that I had no time to greive his sickness.
I never question God why...because I believe He wanted to reward a good and faithful man...I just wish I had more time with him...and that my children had more time with pop-pop.
I've let myself grieve over this...not till after my husband and I split up..but I felt like I have...yet still today I cry as though it happened 5 months ago instead of 5 yrs. *sigh
cindy
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