News was not good when we arrived. "Un-survivable," they said. We could only wait as hours slowly passed, loving him and each other, praying Jesus would arrive soon to take him Home quickly.
We waited all day and half the night before we said our last good-byes and gave our last kisses. Reluctantly we left with broken hearts.
The real-world whirlwind began; plans were made, calls went out, photos were chosen to represent a man's entire life. Everyone responded with their love and support.
The finale to Daddy's last day on earth was a tremendous tribute to just how far the reach of his smile and willing friendship had extended over the years. The church was packed to standing room only. The halls were full and many could only stand outside beyond the walls of the church. I think Daddy would have been surprised to think "they came here for me?"We were never alone. This huge extended family of relatives, friends and neighbors surrounded us as never before. It was incredible to think that Daddy had impacted so many lives that they made the effort to show their love and respect in such a tangible way.
The doors are shut now, the music is over, the sad emptiness continues. But we will get through these long days ahead. We knew we loved Daddy and now we know so many others did too. He is pain-free now, as our shattered hearts begin to mend the tiniest bit, leaving behind the scars.
My breath catches. It will never be the same. But I know he would want us to remember how we had laughed and loved, but he would also want us to find peace to move beyond, and to fill our own remaining days with living a life of loving and making everyone we see feel just as special as he had done to others.
His was a genuine gift, making people feel special and good about themselves. I am so thankful that I was blessed to be close to him and received that shared gift every day.
