My sister has been texting me all day on our father's condition. Earlier tonight we talked for almost an hour. He's on 24 hr.death watch now.His bowels have shut down,his Renals are saying goodbye.
A pastor has been going in and reading him Scripture on a regular basis. Praise God Daddy accepted Jesus into his heart. My father was NOT Saved until a month ago.
We had a long intense discussion about him. My sister & I have always had an on again, off again relationship. We are nite/day to each other in our personalities.
Why does it take the demise or near it for people to talk? Our history with each other could be put into a novel, I won't go into that,but it was her that called & we cried together.
He's refused all his meds & doesn't eat or drink. It's only a matter of time now. I know Daddy will be so much better in heaven. Why does the loss of a loved one have to hurt so ---- bad?Who am I to ask that though?
When Daddy gets to Heaven he can do his Steam Locomotive Train whistle & eat & talk all he wants. Maybe the Arkansas River will be up there. He can go swim in it again. He can do the things he used to love to do when he was a child growing up in Little Rock & England, Arkansas.
He's always loved Buttermilk & Cornbread. He couldn't eat it often because it made him choke. Now he can eat it. I love you, Daddy. I'm sorry. I'll say goodnight now. 4 am will be here as my father would say,"in the bat of an eye."