It was time for him to go back to the Lord and time for me to begin my life. He was everything to me until he got sick and then I became everything to him. We only had each other to rely on for strength, love and support: the father-daughter team.
In August 2011, the father-daughter team was forever separated physically but always together in spirit.
I have always wondered how would this father-daughter team be separated, but Jesus has his own plans, and we can only choose to rely on Him for strength, hope and comfort.
Somehow we knew inside these were the last days, but never really acknowledged it in reality. We were prepared to let go, when we had to, at the same time nobody wanted to give up and nothing as such was said out loud.
There was one thing left to be said and by the grace of God, we managed to talk during his final week on earth - heart-to-heart. We cried and we made peace.
There were no more unsaid words.
No regrets.
Heart at peace - both of us.
A blessing from God.
I miss him so much, but I know he'll never leave me and we will meet again.
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