I watched 5 sunrises and 4 sunsets as my father lingered beween life and death in his hospital bed after a massive stroke on December 24, 2003. He neither spoke a word nor acknowledged our presence as the hours passed. I grieved deeply and completely as I watched his every breath. We waited for him to pass to the other side and be with our Lord in a much better place. Finally in God's time, he did open his eyes and saw Jesus face to face on a Sunday morning, December 29, 2003. I will miss him and his wit and wisdom. My father has moved on and we are left with a void in our lives. I grieve still but time will heal and I am comforted and surrounded by my Lord. I am here in Tulsa for a few days and will drive back to be with my mother to attend to paperwork and such. My brother and sister are there now busy with "stuff" that has to be done. Keep us in your prayers.
Posted by rpotter02 at January 2, 2004 02:53 PM