11 days gone. It feels as if the last time I saw you was a lifetime ago. On Thursday April 12th 2018 you drove to Kingsville to watch Thora and Maverick's first softball and baseball games. It was difficult for you to get around, but you did it. We sat shoulder to shoulder during Thora's game cheering her on. I'm pretty sure God made sure this was our last movements in life together. There were no hospital beds, no machines hooked up, no doctors, no nurses, just me and you and a diamond of dirt. The same diamond of dirt we loved for many many years together. You said "I want to take a picture with these guys" you were insistent on a picture. You were happy, so very happy. We hugged several times that night, because like I said God made this moment just for us. Where else would I expect him to place us one final time. You looked over at me and said "I'm so happy to be here" I said "me too daddy" A final moment filled with love. Three final things i'll remember about that day. 1: you said you loved that you heard seagulls in Kingsville, reminded you that you were close enough to the ocean. 2: In the morning we patched up your overdue PICC line dressing to trick the nurses into thinking it was fresh, after all it was "very very clean" 3: You whispered in Thora's ear "Thank you, I'll remember this all the days of my life" Little did we know that those days were numbered. I love you daddy, I always have, I always will. #liftingonlove
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| He gave great hugs |
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