Monday, August 27, 2012
It was one year ago that my Dad went to Heaven. I still remember his last day on earth as if it were yesterday; especially the last few hours. It was like time stood still, and yet went by too fast at the same time. Even though I knew he was suffering and it was finally over for him, I just wanted to grab his hand and beg him to come back to us.
It's been a tough year, and right now it doesn't feel like it's any easier just because it's been a whole year. Up until the week he got sick, I honestly thought he would outlive me. I was truly convinced that with my cancer, that I would be going first. I was not prepared to lose my Dad, but in truth, no one is prepared to lose a parent, know matter how old they are or what the circumstances are. But I don't understand how Dad could get so ill so suddenly, and go downhill so fast, and here I am, with a cancer that has been eating away at my bones for years, and I'm still here. I have been prepared to go whenever the Good Lord chooses to take me, I was just not expecting my Dad to go first.