I got a phone call in the wee hours of the morning
"Hello.?"
"Joanna it's me." The voice was my sisters. My heart sank and panic started to rise
"He's gone. Dad is gone. He went home."
I cried. And cried and cried.
I hung up the phone and said I would come as soon as I could when it got light and the kids were awake. I called my brother. He got in his car and drove the 5 hours to be there with us by daylight.
I cried more..harder.. William held onto me as tight as he could..My two cousins came running into the room. We all sat on my bed crying...
..then the crying turned to gladness.. laughter..happiness... greatfulness..
All for the plan of salvation. I knew my father was no longer in pain. That he could breath and be free of his mortal body that was going down hill fast. I loved/ I mean love my dad. He was a wonderful man. Not only because he was my father do I say that, he genuinely cared about people. He was always serving in the church and giving. I remember one time we were in "old Betsy" a beat up white truck with a camper. We were in the back with gifts for Christmas traveling to Los Angeles. It was raining and we were excited to get there. Then the truck pulled over. My father saw an older couple on the side of the road and he wanted to help. Now my father was no mechanic so I wondered how he was going to help. I don't know what we he did for them because we were told to stay in the truck. I do know that a little while later a very greatful women told us through the window "God bless your father! He is wonderful."
But I already knew that.
things I miss most:
-I can't talk to him and hear his voice back
-My kids won't know him
-His corny jokes
-Him calling me "peeks"
-watching him eat seafood
-him saying I should have parties at his house more often because his house gets really clean when I do
-giving me advice in my teaching and handling of my classroom
-seeing how caring/ loving he was to my mother
-watching him play with my 2 older kids (K was only 3 months old)
I love my Father and miss him every single day. I know that I will see him again and Hopefully he will be proud of the life I have lived. Of the chocies I have made. Because I know how proud I am of him. I miss you!
I would have included a picture but it was before we had a digital camera.
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3 comments:
Thank you Jonana. I mirror your thoughts and sentiments today... I was just telling mom that sometimes I'm really taken aback by how much I miss our daddy- the longing ache still pierces my soul. Then the smile and laughter come from all of the fun and crazy memories... remember Griffith Observatory? Awesome. Thanks for being an amazing sister, sister!
What a wonderful post. I know the knowledge of eternal families help, but the missing still is there. I know he would be proud of you, you are a great person, mother and friend.
I'm sorry you miss him and have to be so young and not have him. I would ache for my daddy too.
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