Even though I'm 45 years old, I'll always be Daddy's little girl.
Having been diagnosed with lung cancer, my dad fought to stay with us. I remember he told me once, that he was looking forward to being with The Lord, and that his only regret was leaving his family behind.
I prayed for God to heal my dad, and if this wasn't possible in this life to please take him home. He was in so much pain my heart was breaking. Sixteen months after being diagnosed, after removal of his left lung, chemotherapy, and radiation treatments, it was finished for him.
I stood by his bedside and looked into his eyes seeing all that love and knowing this was the last time I would talk to my dad. He couldn't speak, but he did listen as I told him I loved him so very much. I took his hand as I had so many times before as a child. He needed to know that we were going to be O.K.
I told him the things he already knew. First and foremost, just how much he was loved, not only by his family and friends but most importantly by God. Then through my tears, I told my dad it was time to let go of my hand and take God's; that I was o.k. and I understood that it was his time.
He blinked back his tears and tried to smile, he gasped one last time and was gone. As his spirit left his body, the lines in the face of this 58-year-old man disappeared and were replaced with such a look of peace.
My prayers were answered! Because even though the cancer wasn't taken away from my dad, God took my dad away from the cancer. In the life he has now, there is no pain or suffering. There is no cancer.
I was struggling a few years later and missing my dad. Before when I had problems I could just pick up the phone, and hear my dad's voice and know in my heart that everything would be fine. But now, what could I do?
So I began to pray as I had so many times before. God knows how reassuring a daddy's voice can be to a child, no matter how old they are.
I finally got up and walked outside, determined to think about all the things I had to be thankful for and to stop feeling so sorry for myself.
After spending time outdoors, in prayer and thought, I went back inside. I walked over to check the caller I.D. like always when I'd been away from the phone, and got a blessing.
There on my incoming calls was my dad's name! I knew it wasn't him calling, it had been 2 years since the funeral. But I anxiously dialed the number. My stepmom answered the phone, when she realized it was me, she asked me to hang up and call right back, said there was something I needed to hear. So I did.
The phone rang twice and then my dad said, "Hello...I can't talk to you right now, I'm not around... but tell me what you want me to know...we'll talk soon."
I cried, not in sadness, not because of missing daddy, but because I realized that although God doesn't always give us what we want...He always gives us what we need.
(Author: Unknown to Me)
PAGE DEDICATION
To My Very Special Friend
Linda
Thank you for sending this to me.
From the Heart of Angel
A Special Dedication To My Dad God Bless you as you go through Chemo and radiation treatment for the cancer that you have.
