I was always a daddy's girl. When I left my husband in 2002, I moved back in with him. Six years ago he got to where he was unable to stand up much less walk. I could not put him in a nursing home. His girlfriend had taken care of her mom and another couple she taught me how to take care of him. I didn't even know what a draw sheet was, much less how to make one. He slept in hospital bed in the living room and I slept on the couch beside him. He passed March 20, 2024. He spent the last 2 months in the hospital. I started cleaning things I'd never have thought of before trying to keep myself busy so I wouldn't have time to think about it. Our closest family were his 2 sisters over 2 hours away. I used to tell him it was me and him against the world. I'm going through a problem not concerned with his death but it's pretty major. I would give ANYTHING to have his advice. When we found out he was dying I promised him I'd make him proud and I feel like I've let him down. I know he would've noticed what was going on a lot sooner. And I'm berating myself for letting it go on so long. The funeral home blew up a picture of him and put it in this nice frame in front of the church. They brought it to me the night of the service and I happened to have a frame that fit it. I put it in my living room so I can see it all the time. I think I talk to him more now than I did when he was alive I'm just really struggling right now and miss him terribly.
Hi Flower Girl, I like your name and I love flowers! I have some experience with my Father, Mom and brother transforming to spiritual selves to be with God. Maybe some of what I went through will help. I was caring for my Mom before she went to be with God a couple of months ago. I know I did not do things perfect and we all always fall short from time to time but it sounds to me like you were very much there for your Dad and that is very admirable. Try asking God to guide you in life when issues arise and I am sure he will provide answers and help in one form or another. When my brother passed last February I brought my Mom a huge teddy bear with a heart on it and put it where my brother used to be. We set up a chair and his photo with his obituary and urn of ashes so my Mom could go in his room to sit. I believe it helped her. Try not to let the emotions hurt you or overcome you if you know what I mean. One morning I awoke and the pain was so intense I just said God you said those who mourn will be comforted! I tear up now remembering. He lifted it from me I swear. It was like He comforted me as I reminded Him of His promise to me. I hope this for you too as well. Hope for healing, ask God for help, He is Real. xoxo Heather
I agree. God is very real and he is an ever present help in the time of trouble. No one can help us like God can and no one loves us more than God does. He is right there when we call on him. There is a beautiful little book by Hannah Hurnard called 'Hind's Feet on High Places" that relates this so beautifully. The Great Shepherd is always available when we call on his wonderful name, Jesus.
