My Father’s Child

2 years before dad died, he had a minor heart attack. During testing and time in the hospital, we found out dad had 2 major arteries that were 100 percent blocked and one that was 90 percent. There was nothing the doctors could do, and the diagnoses was grim. He was a brittle diabetic who played basketball & ran many 5ks. No matter what he did to take care of himself, his diabetes caused so many health issues…kidney failure, toe amputation, and artery blockage.

During the last 2 years of his life, after learning about the blockage, I found myself privately mourning. I often cried myself to sleep. My time with him became even more precious than it already was. Time was like gold. Dad was my best friend. I was blessed to be my father’s child. His loss was the first and only time I have experienced true heart ache. My heart literally ached for about 6 months. Every day on my way to Wedgewood, I would play the medley by Nicole C. Mullin My Tribute/My Redeemer Lives. I played it over and over and over again. (Less than 8 months after his death covid protocols began)

This July will be 6 years since dad went to be with Jesus. I miss him the most when I want to talk something over with him. Dad and I could talk about anything, and I valued his opinion.

As I think of my dad today, I think of my heavenly Father. I’m thankful I can talk to Him about anything. My relationship with my heavenly Father is precious. He’s brought me through so much over the past 6 years. Noone understands like Jesus. He had wiped my tears, held me until I fell asleep, and brought me through the darkest moments of my life. He grieves with me, and He celebrates with me.   I am blessed to be my Father’s child.