(I wrote this yesterday. And I wasn't sure if I would share it. But I thought some might find comfort in knowing there is beauty in sharing those last moments with someone... ❤️)
Sat beside my Dad again today.
And I was thankful.
For being able to spend the last years of his life with him -
when for so much of my life
I was thousands of miles away.
For the shared music
and laughter
and hugs
and stories
and fresh peas from his garden.
For the preciousness of being with him in his last hours.
For being able to hold his hand...
Sing to him about how good God had been to him
all the days of his life...
Recite beautiful words he's known so many years,
of comfort and strength -
Like the Shepherd's Psalm (Psalm 23),
Jesus promise of a home with him (John 14)
And the beautiful images of a new world
without sickness and dying (Revelation 21).
To help walk him through that door
with courage
and hope
and promises.
For being able to tell him over and over
that I loved him.
For being there
as he took his last, gentle breath -
and kissing him goodnight
that one last time.
For all these things I am so very thankful.
They are so very precious moments
I hold close.
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