Sunday, November 30, 2008

Of Joy and Sadness, a Farewell

I wondered how the call would go, what would be said. But my husband answered the early morning call. I knew. The words rang through my dreams and the look on my husbands face when he walked into the bedroom told me everything.

"Was that your mom or mine?" I asked, as his mom is very ill. "Yours. She just called Hospice and will call back...I'm so sorry, Babe."

For a few minutes I stood in the closet unable to dress myself. My husband suggested jeans and flannel were appropriate for this crisp blustery fall day. I remembered to brush my teeth. I forgot to comb my hair.

He had my coffee waiting at the back door and handed me the keys continually questioning if I was 'ok' enough to drive to Dallas. Yes, I am.

I exited at Skillman/Audelia, right where concrete and glass turn into the most beautiful residential scenery. At the top of the hill on Audelia as the sun lit up the yellows and burnt orange trees, their leaves dancing across the road, I thought of my father.

He loved Yellow!

As the leaves snowed down the scene in front of me became surreal...I saw him as he was years ago up at the level of the tree limbs. His hair dark, his dark eyes shining triumphantly. He was smiling a smile that said he was SO excited and then he blew me a kiss. I kid you not, I saw that. His expression said everything I needed to know. That he had a place to go, to be with the Lord in the place prepared for him. That he was free of the dementia, of the strokes, of the body's prison. The was no sorrow, just a beaming delight and assurance that he wanted to convey.

That was at 8:36am. The Hospice nurse had declared him at 8:30am.

I now know that vision was from the Lord. And it will comfort me daily.

Two ladies from the funeral home came to transport him from his home and they handed my mom a huge red rose and said it was a reminder for her that they were taking good care of him. I didn't know companies cared enough to do that.

Moments later he was draped with the flag of the United States of America. It was neatly tucked across his chest and mom and I kissed him goodbye once again. The ladies then respectfully covered his face and took him to the van.

We stood in the driveway watching them back out the long drive. They waved, like old friends, as they were leaving and I found that so touching.

All through the day I saw his face beaming through those beautiful billowing trees. It is that face, that smile, those gorgeous brown eyes I will remember each time I think of my dad. And I will thank God for the blessing of his salvation in 1975 and having had him for my earthly father.


Early the following Wednesday, Dec.5th, Pastor Geiger spoke of the assurances we have in Christ Jesus, Psalms 91, John 14 and then led us through The Lord's Prayer. The Flag was folded and handed to Mom. The service was exactly what Dad would have wanted. Though my father accomplished much on this Earth he didn't want those things discussed overly much. So, there was no mention of those achievements. There were no flowers, no fan fare, just a serene quietude of respect and remembrance. I placed a kiss on my fingers and laid them on top of the dark wood then said "Goodbye Daddy".

Forever in my heart will be your strength, character and integrity.


  1. I'm so sorry to hear of your father's passing. I will keep you in my prayers, I'm sure you and your family are in for a rough road ahead these next few days, weeks....

  2. I'm so sorry.
    I went through this with my own dear father; I know the pain.
    (((((hugs to you)))))

  3. I am so sorry to hear about your Dad. It's wonderful that you have great memories to comfort you. My prayers are with you and your family. God bless you all! D~~~~

  4. Oh honey I'm so sorry. What a beautiful tribute.


  5. I came here to try to catch up on some Pink Saturday posts, and I read this. I am so so sorry for your loss, but so happy that he was Blessed to know God and be saved. I have tears in my eyes. I lost my Dad in 1999, he was 57. I miss him dearly but I know he is with God. And when I go to the cemetary, I take yellow roses : * ) Sending prayers your way.

  6. I'm so sorry for your loss at this time and will pray for your comfort in the upcoming days.

  7. Mels, I'm so very sorry for your loss. I know how difficult the days ahead will be for you but how relieved you are too to see him out of his pain and suffering. Prayers and hugs to you and your mom too.


  8. I am so very sorry to hear about the loss of your precious father. My prayers are with you and your family, and your husband's mom.

    My dad went home to be with the Lord one year ago. I still miss him very much.

    Allow yourself time to grieve and to heal. Don't "hurry" through it. Time will lessen the pain some, and laughter heals. But you will still miss him, I know I do.

  9. I just found your blog quite by accident and was reading your description of seeing the vision of your father and I thought of mine who is also gone now 7 years. What was even more surprising was when you wrote your pastors name; Geiger...that was my maiden name. I've been feeling sad this holiday season,missing my Dad and I think stumbling upon your blog was a sign for me.
    I just wanted you to know I'm thinking of you and your family this holiday season.
    Mary Ann

  10. I'm so sorry! I didn't know until today as I've been a little preoccupied, and haven't been keeping up with blogs very well. You certainly were blessed to have such sensitive, caring funeral home attendants. I hope you are doing ok. Would love to hear from you any time. {{hugs}}