March 6, 1999 … it’s a day that I’ll never forget … a day etched in my memory forever. While that day brings me sadness to think that my sweet dad, my best friend , my hero , breathed his last breath and went home to be with Jesus … it’s also a day that brings me Joy! Why do I have Joy , on a day that I just lost the first earthly man that ever loved me? It was my first time I’ve ever experienced such a tremendous loss. I didn’t know how to feel at that moment and all I could remember was my my mom and I walking out of the hospital room , knowing that my dad was at his final moment and as soon as my mom and I walked out , my dad finally took his last breath . I remember the nurse hugging me and my mom saying “he passed away with dignity” … he didn’t want to pass with anyone in the room. He waited until we were all gone.
Let me back up a few months prior , my dad was diagnosed with inoperable stomach cancer in October 1998. His cancer eventually spread to his liver. He did try chemo for a while , but the chemo did not work for him. He eventually went on hospice . My dad passed away 5 1/2 months after he was diagnosed . During the time my dad was sick , my dad was so close to the Lord . He truly took the verse “Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.”
II Corinthians 5:17 NKJV
https://www.bible.com/114/2co.5.17.nkjv to a new level ! He not only believed it , he lived it ! We saw change in my dad ! If anyone had the right to give up and complain , he certainly did ! He was sick ! He was in pain ! He was tired.. confused .. he knew he was living his last moments …
but my dad never complained , he never gave up … in fact , when we should have been comforting him , he was comforting us and making us laugh !
I’ll never forget him playing like he was a dolphin with me while I’m trying to hydrate his dry mouth . I’ll never forget him telling me and my sisters about the mouse he saw in our house. Or the time he tried to take a bath by himself in the middle of the night and wrapped his pain pump with a bread bag– he said he fed the bread to the birds. I also remember the time he wanted to surprise my mom on the very last Christmas with a special gift and him praying before we opened presents .
The greatest memories was when he had the church filled with family and friends on a Sunday morning , and if he couldn’t make church , the pastor, Brother Sam Jones , was at our house , having church with us !
This is why I have joy ! I know without a shadow of a doubt that when my dad breathed his final breath on earth, he breathed his first breath in Heaven !
I have joy because I was a young girl when I was saved and I prayed for years for my daddy to accept Jesus and live for him and he did !
I have joy because I know one day I’m going to see my daddy again in Heaven !
It’s been 20 years since my daddy has been with Jesus ! So much has happened in these 20 years ! I just think of the day when I will finally make it Home and tell him everything that has happened since he’s been home. Oh what a Homecoming that will be !
I remember sharing with him one day during chemo… this verse : “When Jesus heard that, He said, “This sickness is not unto death, but for the glory of God, that the Son of God may be glorified through it.””
John 11:4 NKJV
Indeed , my dad’s sickness did not end in death ! My dad’s sickness ended with eternal life !
~ Summer S.