I wasn't sure what to do for Dad for Father's Day, knowing he was nearing the end. I wanted to do something that would be meaningful to him. Then God gave me the idea to write him a letter. I was privileged to read this letter to him 2 weeks before he died. The following are excerpts from that letter:
"Tonight I got to feed you your supper. It took a lot of effort just to chew and swallow your food. It seemed to wear you out. You didn't say much, as is common these days.
As I look with love and affection on your beloved face, I recall days gone by. I remember when I would fall asleep during family devotions and you would carry me up to bed. Sometimes I would pretend to be asleep because I loved to be carried by you.
"Thank you for who you are. I want you to know how much you mean to me and that I love you more than words can say.
Now you are old (93) and tired. Your brain no longer works well. You no longer know my name but still there is recognition in your eyes when you look at me. Your body is slowly wearing out and we see the end coming when you will pass on to a better home, the one prepared especially for you. I believe you will have an orchard with every fruit imaginable and maybe a small wheat field. A dog will be sitting on the porch and there will be a lush, bountiful garden with peanuts and sweet potatoes. You will milk a few cows, with a few chickens scratching in the yard.
There will be no more pain or sorrow or sadness. I can almost hear your hearty laugh as Jesus comes running, gives you a big bear hug, slaps you on the back and says, 'Welcome home, brother!' And then he will lead you to the very throne of the Father and you will know a love so overwhelmingly sweet it will be hard to stand in his presence. And you will hear these words, 'Welcome home, son. I'm so glad you are here!' You will know you are loved beyond description!"
This picture was taken on Dad's last birthday, November 2, 2014.
