Prayers please
My father passed away very suddenly over the weekend, and it has been a whirlwind of activity and tears and out-of-town relatives.
It began with a police officer in our driveway to tell us there had been a “medical emergency” (he declined to give me a status, but my gut read his grave manner), a frantic drive to the hospital (while praying over and over, “I don’t know what I’m walking into, but I know that nothing happens today that You haven’t planned. I trust in You.”), taking my mother in to see the body, and then the many phone calls to let everyone know, the children gathering to grieve. As so many at the hospital said to us, “This way is easy for the deceased, but most difficult for those who are left behind.” Es verdad.
It has been difficult for all of us, especially his 21 grandchildren, who will miss “Papa.”
We buried my dad yesterday and are just now finding our equilibrium; it will be some days before we resume our routine here. In the interim, we are eternally grateful for the kind thoughts and prayers that so many have already sent our way, and for all that we do not know about.
May God repay you as only He can.
Well, you poor kids. Geez, I’m so sorry. Oh, Kathryn.. hug yourself and your mom for me. I’ll be praying.