- Sep 26, 2004
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Today, my earthly dad will have been with God for four years. It's hard to believe! It seems like forever and, at the same time, it seems as if he just left yesterday. My dad was a great and spirit-filled man. He died after a nine month battle with Leukemia. What I want the world to know is that he was healed of the Leukemia before he died. His doctor told us that there was no cancer in his body at his passing. His heart just couldn't go on and finally stopped. 
I remember, like yesterday, getting the phone call. I was six states away ( I travelled for work) when I found out. My family waited until I came home before making any plans or decisions. I wrote my dad's obituary. I wrote and read his eulogy.
I come from a long line of military and served, myself. I was a member of the Air Force Honor Guard and did my fair share of funerals. My father had a military funeral and it was horrible to go through. The bugle was bad enough but, when they presented the American Flag to my mother, I lost it.
After that, my life didn't have much purpose for me. We lost five more family members within the year. My grandmother died six months, to the day, after my dad. We buried my dad's sister the day before the towers went down in New York.
The one thing that got me through all of it is that I was able to make peace with my life. It wasn't easy, as I'm sure many of you can attest to. I was blessed by two things, though. The first is that I know my dad was a spirit-filled christian and was going to Heaven. The second is that the last thing my dad and I said to each other, the night before I left, was, "I love you".
I remember, like yesterday, getting the phone call. I was six states away ( I travelled for work) when I found out. My family waited until I came home before making any plans or decisions. I wrote my dad's obituary. I wrote and read his eulogy.
I come from a long line of military and served, myself. I was a member of the Air Force Honor Guard and did my fair share of funerals. My father had a military funeral and it was horrible to go through. The bugle was bad enough but, when they presented the American Flag to my mother, I lost it.
After that, my life didn't have much purpose for me. We lost five more family members within the year. My grandmother died six months, to the day, after my dad. We buried my dad's sister the day before the towers went down in New York.
The one thing that got me through all of it is that I was able to make peace with my life. It wasn't easy, as I'm sure many of you can attest to. I was blessed by two things, though. The first is that I know my dad was a spirit-filled christian and was going to Heaven. The second is that the last thing my dad and I said to each other, the night before I left, was, "I love you".
