Going Home!

I got the call at 9:03am on February 16, 2009, her voice was filled with panic, I said, "I am on my way." We knew that God was going to take him home soon. But I never imagined that it was going to be today!

As I stood in my room panic filled me. What do I do, how can I help her. This was her father. My military background kicked in and off I went. As I pulled up in the driveway, anxiety filled my body. I have to do this!

I rushed to her side, she wasn't making scene. I said I am here and we will get though this! I knew I had to go check on her dad. My heart felt like it was coming out of my chest. I stood up and walked to his room. I paused at the door, he was looking at a picture of a man on a boat. Although we was not there anymore.

There not enough expressive words to describe the discernment of peace that he was truly experiencing vs how the disease he had endured for so long.

I have seen may people after they have died and this was an experience I will always cherish.

Days later at the wake, I reminded the family of the great task ahead. As I sat and listened to how there father went so many times without things so they would have. I truly got a tremendous scene of pride in having the privilege of knowing him!

At that moment I realized he had left a piece of the legacy with me as well. We all have been impacted by someone in our lives. Fiends as much as family. The question is what are you doing with it and will it be a legacy worth passing on!

God speed Mr Frank! I won't let you down;0)