The good news in all this is that since I finally recovered from the pain pump procedure, I as physically able to make the hour-and-a-half trip to my home town and visit with Dad. I was even able to sit through the funeral service. I would never have been able to do all of that a few months ago. I am thankful that God orchestrated events so I could have a few more moments with Dad and have some closure.
I am sad but I have a peace that can only be from God because it surely is not from me. My father was a Christian and I know that he is in the presence of God. He is no longer sick or sad. He is free.
I will miss his warm smile, his strong hands, and the mischievous little sparkle in his eyes that always made me smile.
I have many photos of my dad but this one from my wedding day (23 years ago) is my favorite.