My Dad

On February 4th, my Dad took his last breath and peacefully passed from this earthly life.

He was in his own bed in his own home. My mother had kissed him goodnight as she always did the night before. My sister and I were in the room with him and when we realized that he was gone, we called our mother into the room and she kissed him one last time.

He was 92 in December and had been wheelchair bound for several years. My prayer for him had been that when he died that it wouldn't be in a strange place or in pain.
My prayers were answered.

Today as I was going through some of my favorite pictures of him I came across this one. I love this picture. It so shows the fun side of him. When we would ask him how he was feeling, he would usually hold his hand up, rubbing his fingers and thumb together, meaning he felt with his fingers.

I wasn't sure how I would feel when the time came to lose him. I felt calm, at peace and relief for him.

the next morning after he died, my sister and I went into our Mother's room and crawled into bed with her. We hugged each other, cryed and talked about him.
We all felt the same way, sad but at peace. We all felt that we would miss him but that we were so very happy that he had gone peacefully and that we wanted to celebrate his life, to talk about him and all of the good things that we remembered.
All during the time that I was there, we would talk about him off and on and laugh as we would remember something. It was so neat.
Sometimes we would wonder if we should be more upset or sad that he was no longer there and each time we would feel that peace and comfort.
I am so very thankful for the blessings that our family has received and for the prayers that were answered.