Two years ago this week...my 'biological' father died. Not so much estranged, but apart never-the-less. You see...it had been more than six years since we had been together. Dad lived in Mexico the last 13 years of his life. Karen and I visited once in 2004...and that would become our last. He made it north to southern Cali many times, but never ventured further toward the PNW. That Labor Day Weekend he was actually in Palmdale visiting my sister Tami, who was scheduled for surgery. He left a phone message Saturday morning on our home phone. We returned Monday late afternoon from spending our weekend at Family Camp in Rockaway Beach, Oregon. Upon looking at the answering machine we saw several new messages. The first was dad's. Then several from my brother, sisters and step-mom asking that I call as soon as possible. Thinking that it might be something with Tami, I was quite shocked to find out that it was dad, and that he had died sometime Saturday after his call to me.
So...what do you think about that Rick? Well, those feelings and thoughts, that journey are for another day. Suffice it to say, verses the life that I experienced with my earthly father, I want...I hope for this powerful relationship with my heavenly Father to continue until the end. And one of my songs will be 'I Want To Live Like That'.
So...what do you think about that Rick? Well, those feelings and thoughts, that journey are for another day. Suffice it to say, verses the life that I experienced with my earthly father, I want...I hope for this powerful relationship with my heavenly Father to continue until the end. And one of my songs will be 'I Want To Live Like That'.
On this blog you'll find my 'Dad's last message' and the 'message...Live Like That'.
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