- Sep 26, 2004
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The Negative
My dad passed away four years ago, today. It was one of the biggest nightmares of my life. I watched him suffer through treatment for nine short months before that. He was cancer-free when he passed away, though, Praise God! His heart just gave out. The point of telling you this isn't for simpathy but, to tell you about the positives that came as a direct result. First, and foremost, my dad was a good and spirit-filled man. His only problem was that he didn't know how to express his feelings. This left many years of bitterness between us. To make matters worse, my dad and I are so much alike that we often bumped heads.
The Positive
When my dad realized he may die...his whole attitude changed. He became the daddy that I had needed and wanted for so many years. I have told people, since then, that I wouldn't want my dad back if he was the old one. It was worth every second of that nine months with my dad.
The Negative
I grieved, like most of us do. Six months (to the day) after my dad died...my grandmother died. Within that same year...we lost four more family members. The last one, my dad's sister, we buried the day before the World Trade towers were destroyed. I shut down. My work attitude wasn't great. I began working fifteen hours a day, all the while having Bronchitis, Mono, and walking Pneumonia. Between shifts I drank. Did I mention that my job involves driving? Praise God...his protection is fierce! I started smoking, again which is what most-likely caused my dad's heart to give out. I didn't care. My life meant nothing to me, at this point! So, I had a two-pack-a-day habit and hoped I would die! At the time, I lived at home with my parents and now, my mom and I didn't have the best relationship. She needed someones shoulder to cry on and I couldn't be that person. I shut the world out.
The Positive
Bet you thought I would never get to this!? Here it goes...I met my husband at my dad's funeral. He was my brothers best friend and came as support for him. My husband changed my life. He is 19 years older than me, though you would never know it. He is a walkimg miracle, in his own right (another story). I would have never met him outside of this encounter because my brother never brought him around. My husband knew my father and helped me to grieve. I no longer drink or smoke. It's a personal choice. My husband is a spirit-filled christian who loves me to no end. We have a beautiful little girl who adores her daddy. My life is good...no...make that great! God placed me in the exact church that I needed to be in to grow.
More Positive???
OK...OK...One more....but, if you don't believe that we can have visions from God...you won't believe this....
After my dad passed away...I began having visions of him, while I was in church. God showed me my father building his house in Heaven (my father was a woodworker) several times. Many times, I saw my dad. One of the best was right before I had my daughter. I saw my dad holding her in his arms. It was as if God was trying to let me know that my dad knew I was happy. What an Awesome God we Serve!
My dad passed away four years ago, today. It was one of the biggest nightmares of my life. I watched him suffer through treatment for nine short months before that. He was cancer-free when he passed away, though, Praise God! His heart just gave out. The point of telling you this isn't for simpathy but, to tell you about the positives that came as a direct result. First, and foremost, my dad was a good and spirit-filled man. His only problem was that he didn't know how to express his feelings. This left many years of bitterness between us. To make matters worse, my dad and I are so much alike that we often bumped heads.
The Positive
When my dad realized he may die...his whole attitude changed. He became the daddy that I had needed and wanted for so many years. I have told people, since then, that I wouldn't want my dad back if he was the old one. It was worth every second of that nine months with my dad.
The Negative
I grieved, like most of us do. Six months (to the day) after my dad died...my grandmother died. Within that same year...we lost four more family members. The last one, my dad's sister, we buried the day before the World Trade towers were destroyed. I shut down. My work attitude wasn't great. I began working fifteen hours a day, all the while having Bronchitis, Mono, and walking Pneumonia. Between shifts I drank. Did I mention that my job involves driving? Praise God...his protection is fierce! I started smoking, again which is what most-likely caused my dad's heart to give out. I didn't care. My life meant nothing to me, at this point! So, I had a two-pack-a-day habit and hoped I would die! At the time, I lived at home with my parents and now, my mom and I didn't have the best relationship. She needed someones shoulder to cry on and I couldn't be that person. I shut the world out.
The Positive
Bet you thought I would never get to this!? Here it goes...I met my husband at my dad's funeral. He was my brothers best friend and came as support for him. My husband changed my life. He is 19 years older than me, though you would never know it. He is a walkimg miracle, in his own right (another story). I would have never met him outside of this encounter because my brother never brought him around. My husband knew my father and helped me to grieve. I no longer drink or smoke. It's a personal choice. My husband is a spirit-filled christian who loves me to no end. We have a beautiful little girl who adores her daddy. My life is good...no...make that great! God placed me in the exact church that I needed to be in to grow.
More Positive???
OK...OK...One more....but, if you don't believe that we can have visions from God...you won't believe this....
After my dad passed away...I began having visions of him, while I was in church. God showed me my father building his house in Heaven (my father was a woodworker) several times. Many times, I saw my dad. One of the best was right before I had my daughter. I saw my dad holding her in his arms. It was as if God was trying to let me know that my dad knew I was happy. What an Awesome God we Serve!
