I love the photo above as it’s one of the many taken the last time I saw my father. How ironic that during that time in my life, my father was taking care of me, as I was recovering from major liver surgery. He loved photography; a passion we both have in common and for the first (and only time) I was able to share that with him.
Isn’t it funny how it sometimes takes devastating things to get us to actually see life and the beauty contained within it? How many times do we take our life, as well as those we love, for granted, not giving a second thought that today may be the last time we have the opportunity to give a hug, a peck on the cheek or to simply say – I love you?
I sat on the floor of the hallway at work not long ago this morning, tears streaming, as my father’s doctor informed me that the results from yesterday’s procedure showed his cancer is at the worst stage possible. Because of this, they're encouraging family to call or see him over the next week or so.
The chapter, “Good bye, daddy” is about to close in my book of life, so I’d like to end it with a few words to my dad:
Although life brought much heartache from the very beginning, I’m so thankful that God spared your life long enough to heal things between us. Thank you for all of the wonderful, loving and encouraging words over the last several months; asking me for your forgiveness for the things you had done and wished you had done - telling me how much you love me and how much you are proud of me and the woman I have become.
The BEST memory you could have ever given me was allowing me to pray with you as you gave your heart back to Jesus.
See you in Heaven, daddy.
Your little girl xo