and the Grief keeps on coming

 

On August 17, 2021, I received a call at about 10:30 am,  from the care home  that daddy's health was declining rapidly. They suggested to bring in palliative care to sit with him as there was not much else that could be done for him.

 We called our kids and our oldest, Joshua, lives about a 1/2 hour away and he went in right away to the care home to say goodbye to dad and to FaceTime with us so I could talk to daddy too. 

It was hard...

Harder than I ever imagined...

but I told him it was ok for him to go and be with Jesus, that I knew he was tired...

we said goodbye and then we made sure that Josh left as well so that the palliative care nurse could come in to sit. 

Just a few minutes past midnight on August 18, daddy went home to be with Jesus. 

He is now free of his mortal shell and all the pain that he experienced here on earth. He is able to walk and talk. He got to be the first one of our family to meet and hold our daughters baby, Theo, who also went to meet Jesus on August 8... 10 days before daddy got there.

My heart is broken at my daddy's passing but I also know that he will be there to greet me when I go home.

R.I.P. Daddy, I love you and you are so missed.