Some of you already know, but I just couldn’t post it on the board for a while. I was deep in grief, and still coming out of my nervous breakdown (the doctor confirmed I was nearly there, thank God for good meds).
On Dec 27th my beloved Father in Law passed away. Blessedly he died on his own, his wife and his daughter were there with him. The Ogre and his brother were flying in to Florida on Dec 28th to be there when they took him off the ventilator, but God spared them all that tough decision and took him before that. I can’t tell you what a loss this is for all of us. I hate to be selfish, but he and I were so close and his children are shocked at how hard I took it, but I don’t think any of them know how often we talked. And that last time I spoke to him, on the Saturday before Christmas, he said to me: I am so happy that you went to the doctor and you sound like “our girl” again, and I want you to know that I love you so much and I want you to be happy and joyful. No matter what – you need to find your joy again. It’s what makes you so special to this family. How’s that for last words? Pretty special, and so I go on, and I believe, in spite of this sorrow, my joy is slowly returning to me. I won’t say I’m happy all the time. And, as many of you know, I work for the church that he helped build. Our day chapel was dedicated to him. So everyone I see at church asks me about it, expresses their condolences, offers their prayers, and it brings me to tears every single day at work. But it’s a grace as well. So – rest in peace – beloved Pops.
And, on this day, Jan 9th, in 1988, my own father died. From the very same cancer that killed Pops. I was 18 at the time and had no idea how much I would end up needing my father. I didn’t realize what a loss that was until I had children of my own. So, rest in peace – beloved Dad, I hope you know that I understand it all now.
Thanks for all your prayers, green lights, good thoughts, positive vibes, et al. Even if you don’t believe in or worship God, goodness goes a long way, and it meant the world to me to read your emails and posts on my profile. You’re all good people.
On Dec 27th my beloved Father in Law passed away. Blessedly he died on his own, his wife and his daughter were there with him. The Ogre and his brother were flying in to Florida on Dec 28th to be there when they took him off the ventilator, but God spared them all that tough decision and took him before that. I can’t tell you what a loss this is for all of us. I hate to be selfish, but he and I were so close and his children are shocked at how hard I took it, but I don’t think any of them know how often we talked. And that last time I spoke to him, on the Saturday before Christmas, he said to me: I am so happy that you went to the doctor and you sound like “our girl” again, and I want you to know that I love you so much and I want you to be happy and joyful. No matter what – you need to find your joy again. It’s what makes you so special to this family. How’s that for last words? Pretty special, and so I go on, and I believe, in spite of this sorrow, my joy is slowly returning to me. I won’t say I’m happy all the time. And, as many of you know, I work for the church that he helped build. Our day chapel was dedicated to him. So everyone I see at church asks me about it, expresses their condolences, offers their prayers, and it brings me to tears every single day at work. But it’s a grace as well. So – rest in peace – beloved Pops.
And, on this day, Jan 9th, in 1988, my own father died. From the very same cancer that killed Pops. I was 18 at the time and had no idea how much I would end up needing my father. I didn’t realize what a loss that was until I had children of my own. So, rest in peace – beloved Dad, I hope you know that I understand it all now.
Thanks for all your prayers, green lights, good thoughts, positive vibes, et al. Even if you don’t believe in or worship God, goodness goes a long way, and it meant the world to me to read your emails and posts on my profile. You’re all good people.
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