As I wrote in my last post, a lot has been happening. I covered the big DNF last post. This time it will be some thoughts on life and death, or more correctly death and life. Two weeks ago my Fathe passed away. It wasn't a surprise. He had been slowly going downhill for a few tears now. He had diabetes as well as some other minor things, but the one that took him was Parkinson's disease. What a lousy disease. No cure and your body slowly fails you. The hardest thing though is that you are aware of all this happening. Your mind has to take it all in as you grow weaker and weaker. My Dad battled through this bravely, but he eventually reached the point where he couldn't even support his weight anymore and his voice was so quiet you really couldn't hear him. At the end he couldn't swallow, so they had to put a feeding tube that would be connected directly to his stomach. It was so hard to see a man who was always active in his life and one I admired and loved go down this road. He ended up going in his sleep a week after the feeding tube was inserted. For that, I am very grateful. But I will never understand, that if there is a merciful God, why he lets these things happen. My father was a great man and I will always be grateful for everything he has taught me in my life.
But less than a week after my Dad's death, my family was blessed with new life. My youngest daughter gave birth to her second child. So I now have my first grandson. In fact, it was the first boy born into our family in 50 years. My wife and I have three daughters and my first grandchild was a girl as well. And my sister had a daughter and her daughter has a daughter. So it was pretty exciting to not only have another grandchild, but for it to be male. Hopefully, I will know what to do when the time comes. Also, my sister's daughter is also due in less than a month with her second child.
So, although we lost Dad, we will now have two new additions the family soon and life goes on.
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