death of my dad
Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2014 1:49 pm
My father died the last day of February, 2014. He had been living with us for about 2 years--after a 45 year gap. (long boring story). He was 80. He had serious health problems. The last 2 weeks of his life were hard and joyless for him.
When a loved one dies, it's an emotional thing. Even when you know--and hate when people say-- "He's better off now". Correction: He's PERFECTED now, but I'm still here. And I miss him.
Totally normal. I'll always miss him in many ways. Some, funny, some sad, some happy. Yes, happy. I AM happy he knows Jesus, and is in glory with Him. I'm happy the that everyone got what they wanted for his dying.
My mom didn't want to be there.
My brother didn't want him to die while brother was out of the country this summer.
I didn't want him to die suffering or hooked to machines meant to prolong an inevitable death.
And HE didn't want to die alone in a hospital or nursing home.
He didn't. I was here with him when he took his last few breaths, and his spirit was released from his body and went home. It's the first time I ever had the experience...I was concerned I would be panicky, or nervous--But God is gracious and I was neither. I knew what was happening, and it seemed right to me. Bless God, He is ever our comforter and provider in every instance.
I miss my dad the way he was a year ago, before the heart failure began to take away his ability to enjoy life. I'll never miss him the way it ravaged his body and affected his spirit. I can't be sad the life of his body on this earth is through.
I'm so thankful I had the near two years to spend with my dad. THAT was a true work of God in my life.
One I am still seeing the gloriousness of.
We all have loved ones whom have died and missing them is part of our lives until we move on. It's their due, I figure, for if we loved them--we should miss them. They have lived in such a way they left an imprint on our lives. I hope to live in such a way to do the same with those I love.
I did pray for my dad's death to go as it did. I see no hindrance to asking for and expecting a soft, calm passage from this life to the next.
I'm praying for mom too.
Blessings,
Kimberly
When a loved one dies, it's an emotional thing. Even when you know--and hate when people say-- "He's better off now". Correction: He's PERFECTED now, but I'm still here. And I miss him.
Totally normal. I'll always miss him in many ways. Some, funny, some sad, some happy. Yes, happy. I AM happy he knows Jesus, and is in glory with Him. I'm happy the that everyone got what they wanted for his dying.
My mom didn't want to be there.
My brother didn't want him to die while brother was out of the country this summer.
I didn't want him to die suffering or hooked to machines meant to prolong an inevitable death.
And HE didn't want to die alone in a hospital or nursing home.
He didn't. I was here with him when he took his last few breaths, and his spirit was released from his body and went home. It's the first time I ever had the experience...I was concerned I would be panicky, or nervous--But God is gracious and I was neither. I knew what was happening, and it seemed right to me. Bless God, He is ever our comforter and provider in every instance.
I miss my dad the way he was a year ago, before the heart failure began to take away his ability to enjoy life. I'll never miss him the way it ravaged his body and affected his spirit. I can't be sad the life of his body on this earth is through.
I'm so thankful I had the near two years to spend with my dad. THAT was a true work of God in my life.
One I am still seeing the gloriousness of.
We all have loved ones whom have died and missing them is part of our lives until we move on. It's their due, I figure, for if we loved them--we should miss them. They have lived in such a way they left an imprint on our lives. I hope to live in such a way to do the same with those I love.
I did pray for my dad's death to go as it did. I see no hindrance to asking for and expecting a soft, calm passage from this life to the next.
I'm praying for mom too.
Blessings,
Kimberly