Glad I stayed…
On Sunday mornings for most of my life- as we partake in communion- I read an account of the crucifiction- I have been doing it for several years and there are still today always things about it that I want to ask questions about….I want to ask my heavenly Father so much about many things but especially about the death of Jesus. I wonder the big thing things, like most people do, how could He have given His only son? How could people have not known what they were doing….but I also wonder some small things…..was there anyone that was maybe not mentioned that cared enough? Did the temple veil rip straight or were there rough edges…and this one- what was it like for Jesus to “give up the ghost?” That one always puzzled me— how did that feel- the freeing of that spirit inside to serve God forever. Well- on Monday evening about 10:45 I discovered what it meant. I watched as my sweet father left this earth to be with so many he loves. I can’t really explain it but I do want to say that I understood….there we all were surrounding his bed-and we watched as he took his last breath and his heart finally stopped. He looked so much like he was sleeping but then as soon as his heart quit- his appearance changed. His body was still there and he did not move- he didn’t change position or facial expression or anything- he very peacefully lay there….but- he was gone. I knew as I looked at him- that he was not there- and I said aloud- he is not here anymore. I had really debated whether or not I wanted to be in the room when my dad left us—I was completely struggling with the decision but I am so thankful I was there-so glad I stayed. I believe that I needed to see this so much- it was yet another reminder of the truth of a faith I love so much. He gave up the ghost- as we all will… My Dad was home.
