I haven’t been putting much on the blog lately. There’s been just too much life in the way.
On Friday, June 5th, Becky’s father passed away suddenly and unexpectedly. It’s been a tough, tough week or so. But Becky’s seeing the right way, and in that, there’s some real comfort:
Not to get into it too much — but want a great Lord we have — Dad just went under the anesthesia for the surgery and they started losing him even before a single incision was made — so into ICU for Mom and me where we met him and were able to be stay with him as the angels took him home. He just went sleep on the table, never knowing the risk he was at. Through his dementia, God shielded him from the knowledge and the fear. He never was afraid — was very lucid and peaceful before the surgery.
And now, he has his 10 fingers back, his mind is solid again, his vision back, and his heart is going pitter patter. And I bet he has wings that rival St. Peters! And hey — I bet he does own all that land the thought he did for all these years, and much much more.
He just went to sleep, never knowing the risk he was at. What an awesome way to go. We should all be this lucky!
Becky found a poem that really sums it up:
And a cure was not to be,
So He put his arms around you
and whispered ,”Come with Me.”.
With tearful eyes, we watched you suffer
and saw you fade away.
Although we could not bear to lose you,
We could not bid you to stay.
A golden heart stopped beating,
Hard working feet were laid to rest.
God tests our hearts to prove to us
He only takes the best.
I couldn’t have put it any better. I’m gonna miss ya, Glen.