His breathing was slow and long in between each breath until finally he took his last breath....he was gone.
8:00 p.m. El Paso Texas.
As we walked out of the hospital and into the cool night air to the parking lot I couldn't help but feel joy. Pure joy! Daddy was gone but it brought a flood of peace and joy to me in the parking lot as we said our good-byes and left the hospital.
For that moment sadness wasn't felt only peace and joy were there.
I wrote the above in a journal 4 years ago when I had to say good bye to my daddy. I think of him often and I miss him so much. I miss sharing about the kids.
In the past I've sat and read the journal that I wrote in that has the whole story of his passing from the moment I talked to him on the phone and realized that something wasn't right to the moment that I stood by his side holding his hand tightly in my hand until he I whispered to him that we are all alright and he could go.
But this time I've taken a few moment to think of that week and then I moved on. I took a quick glimpse at the journal, what stood out this time was the feeling of peace and joy. It was at the moment that I knew I wanted to remember that feeling of joy and peace from that night that I said good bye to my daddy.
In honor of my daddy I want to make a meatloaf and enjoy a cold meatloaf sandwich the next day.
I'm going to driving up the mountain and enjoy a cool crisp beautiful view.
You get the the idea here.....enjoy and have peace. My heart is full.
I love you daddy and I miss you.
I'm going to keep smiling to make people wonder what I'm up to :)
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