My Dad became ill in June 2006 with heart problems. His doctors preformed an open heart surgery, a surgery that caused so many more complications along the way.
It was the most dreadful day of my life; Dad is having open heart surgery. I know it is all in God’s hands I kept trying to tell myself. But still so much was lying heavy on my heart. Did Dad know how much he was loved? Would he try hard to fight for his life? Or would he simply give up without a fight? Is he saved?
Well, my dad proved to be a fighter, and God proved to be a good God.
Dad spent three months in the hospital fighting everyday to try to get well and go home. His body was so worn out but he continued to plug away at trying to get better, but one organ would shut down after another. I kept praying to God, “Please God I don’t care how you give him to me just don’t let him die now.” All of a sudden Dad was being transferred to a nursing home. There he spent his last remaining nineteen months. I would go and see my dad everyday, sometimes two times a day. I would later find out that this was God’s special gift to me, the special gift I prayed for.
Dad and I spent some really nice days together. There were other day’s when he didn’t feel good but he would still try to muster up a smile for me. He was always worried about me.
During this time a verse from the bible kept popping up. (Psalms 62:5-8) It talked about God being my strength and refuge. Oh how I needed that. God provided every ounce strength I had to hold my family together.
My husband and my children made very large sacrifices for me during this time. I would barely find time to cook so my husband would take us out. Some vacations were postponed because my family knew I didn’t want to be away from my dad.
