Many of you who read this blog know that I have two dads, my real dad who gave his life in Viet Nam and my dad who adopted when I was just a baby. I miss them both and wish they could both be here with me.
When my dad turned 57 I called him to wish him a happy birthday but when he answered the phone I couldn’t stop crying. We finally had a conversation and I told him I was sad because he was getting older and I didn’t know what I’d do when he was gone. Dad reassured me that he had alot of years left that he was going to still be around in his 80’s or 90’s.
2011 – Just 17 years later and dad was only 73 when he lost his 1 year battle with esophaugus cancer. Dad’s pastor Brother JT called and told me that dad had “shipped off to heaven”.
My last conversatin with dad had been just two weeks earlier; I stood in the foyer of his church crying. He asked me why and I told him that I was never going to see him again and that he was in there smiling and singing about how happy he was about leaving this earth. His response was “I’ll be waiting in heaven for you – now get back in there and sing”.
This is the last picture we got of my dad with all my kids – I wish my brother and his son could’ve been here too.