What a hard blog this is to write, and as I do so it's been one week since the Lord called my precious Daddy home with Him. When I left NC I honestly didn't think I would be going home to say goodbye to my Daddy. I knew his health was not well at all, but I thought we would at least have a few more months to prepare for such a time. After I arrived, Daddy made it clear that things were changing in his body. Loss of appetite, the tongue thickening, etc....he knew that his time was short as he wrote such on the dry erase board Mom bought for him. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him to swallow, speak and breathe at times. Daddy informed Mom it was time for hospice, and so the next week they came out to meet us. Robyn was such a wonderful woman, and I thank the Lord for bringing her and the others into our lives and caring for my dear Father. They did a wonderful job, but when the first nurse came to meet Daddy, Clay, I was not prepared to hear the time frame they gave us. A month and that was being liberal? I had to excuse myself from the room and just weep. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
We all had our special times to spend with Daddy, and it was especially hard to see Mom so broken hearted knowing and saying outloud that she would soon be a widow. My Mom a widow? She reminded me that the Lord takes care of the Fatherless and widow. Me Fatherless? How could this be? What good would come of this by Mom losing her husband and me losing my Father? That question is still unanswered.
Over and over Daddy stated to so many people that he was thankful for his affliction. He had instructed me to be thankful for it as well, and I admitted to him that I didn't know how to do that. I still don't. I don't know how to be thankful for my Daddy suffering and being in pain, having difficulty speaking, eating, sleeping, walking, etc. I know I should, but I do not know how. Maybe I never will be able to say those words as my Dad did. He was the most Godly man I have ever known. His intelligence with which the Lord blessed him was simply amazing, but yet all the honor and glory were to go to God alone...nothing was of himself.
I miss my Daddy, but it truly has not sunk in for me yet. I know he's gone. I know he's in heaven, and I know that he has heard those words, "well done my good and faithful servant." It just doesn't seem real even though I know this is the reality for Mom and me.
We may never know the Lord's purpose for my Daddy having cancer, but I do know that my Daddy fought so incredibly hard as well as my Mom as she cared for him. The natural treatment was working...we saw that, but as the pain grew unbearable Daddy had to have something more to relieve his pain. I never imagined I would have to watch my Daddy suffer so and be brought so low after he had been such a strong man who longed for nothing more than to glorify and honor the Lord in everything he did.
I have been blessed. The Lord gave me the best Father a girl could ever have, and I believe that with every fiber of my being. I will always be a Daddy's girl, and as the days go by without him, I will forever be grateful for him rearing me in the Word of God, for his concern, for his love, for the calls he made to say he was praying for me to do well on my tests, and for the most precious words...."I love you, Amy."
I cannot begin to thank all those who have helped my Daddy and Mom these past months and even more so these past several days. For all the visits from not just those nearby but from friends miles away, for phone calls, for cards, for letters, for food, and most importantly for the prayers offered up for Daddy and now for Mom and our family. We need them so. And a special thanks to the Dr. who helped my Daddy and Mom in trying to heal him the natural way.
I'm not sure where this blog will go. I hope to have a few updates on my school news in the next few weeks, but beyond that...I don't know.
The desire to blog about raw food, natural health, etc is just not there right now, and it may never be. Faith and Hope Abound started from having the Faith and Hope that the Lord would see fit to heal my Daddy. Such was not His will. Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
I love you, Daddy, and I miss you terribly.
My Week: A Memorial Day Getaway
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