My daddy passed over into Heaven on April 3, 2013. His battle with Alzheimer’s disease was a short but steep, taking him from just forgetful to a man who had no idea who he was or who others were in just a matter of 4 years. Well, let me correct that, he really didn’t get bad until the end, there were times of clarity even last month when I was there. The last two weeks of his life were really the worst of it all.
He left this world a better place with his presence in it and he will be dearly missed by his wife and children. Daddy would have been 77 on May 1, I am sure that is going to be a hard day for all of us, but I know our family will celebrate it in a special way.
His passing leaves a hole in our hearts and a I am often catching myself remembering things about him, mourning the loss in my life and yet celebrating his being made whole and healthy, celebrating that he is now in the arms of God, chatting with Jesus, dancing and singing with the angels. It’s these thoughts that give me peace and joy that passes all understanding.
Daddy was a devoted husband to his wife, my mama, Margie. He only had eyes for her and was in love after almost 60 years together. He was an excellent, inventive, provider, protector, helper, and friend. He loved his children fiercely. He wanted our best try, not perfection, and he could always be counted on to listen to us and help us out of any situation. Daddy was a giver. If someone was in need he would give what he had, even if he had a need for it himself. He was a man who loved his family. He was a mischievous brother, ornery, teasing, but all in love. He loved being a grandpa. Not only did he love the ones who were adopted into the family, but he truly believed that each of his granddaughters was the most beautiful ever born. Daddy always had a twinkle in his eye, a smile on his face, and a laugh just below the surface. He loved everyone around him.
Daddy showed us the love and justice of God. He was a good example to us of how God loves us unconditionally and loves us enough to correct us when we had done something wrong. Always showing us love even when we made some big mistakes.
Everyone who knew him is going to miss him. My daddy loved nature, simple things, his family, all of creation, but more than that, the Creator Himself. Even in his state of confusion, he didn’t lose his ability to pray. Sometimes we were confused about what he was praying about, but he lifted the prayers up to a God who knew his heart.
I will miss you daddy, but I know you are in a better place, healed of infirmity and weakness of body and mind. You are now where you can praise God is person, worship, and dance!