This morning while driving to work, I was listening to some music and a song took me back to almost a year ago when my Daddy lay dying in Hospice. The week was so vivid and long and I will never forget it.
But the exact moment that the song took me to was the time when Daddy died. Me, my sister and my Mom were all curled up in chairs sleeping beside his bed. We had gotten him into a private room down a quiet hall so he could rest peacefully and comfortably with a ceiling fan moving the air above him as he struggled to breathe.
I don’t remember falling asleep. I just remember being woken up with Mom telling me, “Sheila, he’s gone.” The first thought in my head and out my mouth was that there were angels in that room while we were sleeping. They escorted him home to be with the Lord.
At that thought, I burst into tears. I miss my Daddy. Of course, I find myself thinking about him often. I just hate it when it is on the way to work and I walk in with red eyes and a rudolph nose. I work with a bunch of guys and they don’t know what to do when a woman’s crying.
I know that I’ll have those occasional moments when it brings me to tears missing him. It just makes me hurt for my Mom. They made it to their 50th wedding anniversary and he passed away a couple of weeks later.
But that’s the great thing about knowing Jesus as my personal Lord and Savior. Death is only a “see you later” part of life. I’ll see my my Daddy again. 🙂