My Dad has stopped eating and drinking. He has had very little for 3 days. I would like to think he will resume anytime but don't feel it is likely. Last night I played him some songs on my guitar and sang Amazing Grace, which he used to enjoy. He lay in his bed, motionless, except for breathing and an occasional twitch of his facial muscles. I didn't mind crying.
I prayed for his soul. He always talked about Jesus and how we would be going home someday. He believed this with all his heart. I prayed that God take him home as easy as possible. I imagined him with his Dad, Mother and Siblings in a bright sunny place all in their prime of life, I guess this is what I consider heaven to be.
Hundreds of memories flashed through my head as if in a movie projector All of the good times I had with my Dad reeled in fast motion, as he lay there exhausted, unable to help himself stay in this world. Loosing a Dad is not something you can practice. For me it is a once in a lifetime event that I would rather avoid. I would love to take my Dad by the hand and bring him back to his house on North Village Road. Have a snowball fight. Cut some wood. Take a ride. Selfishly, I wish he didn't have to go...but I pray, when he does it is peaceful and as normal as his breathing was last night.
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