Father, you were a damn good provider. Your work ethic is one I and many others pray to have. You were a good father, even in times I didn't acknowledge it. You put things aside whenever I was in need. Even in your old age and your poor health you pushed your body to the limit even when others offered to help. They don't raise them like they raised you in today's world, and I hope that changes soon.
You're in God's hands, and I pray one day soon I'll be financially free, so you'll never have to worry about me ever again.
RIP š
Lost my dad and mom years ago. I believe there is something after you die. Time will make it less painful. All the best man.
You're right, there is. As a Christian I'd always believed that but after my mom died I REALLY believed it. She died in hospice after a severe stroke. She was basically in a coma but I sat with her every day. One day I climbed in the bed with her and whispered that it was ok to go be with Grandma, I'd be ok. She died that night. For a month I'd talked to her but she couldn't talk to me. A few days after she died I woke up early and saw what I thought was smoke at the foot of my bed. From the smoke a picture started to form and I knew I had to memorize it because it wouldn't last. The "picture" was of my mom and grandma, one arm around one another and the other arms waving at me. She came to tell me that she did in fact go be with Grandma. Between their heads was a giant pink flower. I got online to try to figure out what kind of flower it was. It was a peony. When I told Mom's best friend about the experience she interrupted & said, "OH! Your mom's favorite flower!" I didn't know that.
I had something like that happen with my grandfather when he left. He came to say goodbye in a dream. I woke up and told my mom about my wonderful dream with grandpa, and she cried because she had just gotten the news and hadn't told me or my sisters yet.
God leaves evidence of His love in our heart. His proof cannot be removed, photographed, passed around, weighed and measured like a souvenir to overcome the doubts of skeptics. He has no need to prove He exists, but faith recognizes itself in others without earthly proofs, and is its own reward. It is a treasure we can never lose, although we can mistakenly give it up. Sorry for being preachy. Thanks for sharing your story; it is a beautiful one.
That's simply beautiful. And, yes, this grandma is crying.
After my daughter died, my 12 year old son, who was in the gifted student program, on the honor role, popular, talented, kind, went away mentally and started down a road of self destruction. He was an artist and stopped drawing. He stopped talking and made new friends who were troubled
The long and the short of it was I spent 15 years in terror and in constant prayer. He's been clean for 8 years, is very successful in his career, is a wonderful husband and father. He told me just this week that when he quit drinking, it had been a spiritual awakening. He awoke one morning and just said no more.
Never give up. Ask God for help. There is hope and a bright future. I am very sure your grandmother is praying for you too.
Wow , your second text about remembering her choke my eyes full , thank you for writing a heartfelt comment . I'm so happy you carry her in your heart , damn she made sure you remembered her . This was a strong desire in her heart , God honors those! Ty again , beautiful true story!
That's a beautiful visitation story!!! My 98 year old mother in love isn't doing well and sometimes I think it's my will power keeping her here, and I should be less selfish. But she's been a minister her whole life, wrote 3 books and spoke all over the world. She's been seeing angels in her house. She says they're huge and trying to describe them she imitated movement and said, "Boom. Boom. Boom", like they're so large she imagines that sound? And a minister friend of hers who says she can see into the spirit realm said there's an angel that stands behind her chair like it's guarding her.
Oh, I do know about angels, who are a wonder, and I am certain I would never have survived without the heavenly ones and some human ones. And, BTW, they won't hesitate to hit you upside the head when you need it (grin). They love you.
I don't think there's any other plausible explanation for my still being here after all the dumb shit I've done in my youth BUT that I had some really good angels who knew when I needed to be hit upside the head.
I dont normally talk about this but here goes. When mom passed in hospital, in the room was me, my brother and moms best friend. Ok so I touched moms hand and got a shock from her ring, it was like an electric shock. I started looking thinking the bed was shorting or something. Then my brother said "whats happening" his his on his arm was standing up and he said he was feeling weird. Moms friend then said "I feel weird what is this" I looked at the two of them and said something like "calm down, are you losing it or something". Then it hit me. The weirdest feeling I have ever felt. It was like being in a very strong magnetic/electric field or something. I felt disoriented and i can only describe the room as a full feeling like it was heavy or something. The three of us looked at each other kind of freaked out going "whats happening".
Then the feeling left the room and it felt like something left the room. My other brother and sister came back in the room and I got up and said I am going home, mom is gone. My wife said she is still breathing. She was gone. Was it mom left with dad I dont know. But it changed me. Oh the nurse came in and the whites of moms eyes were black. They were white before the whatever it was. Later in the elevator my brother thought I threw a drink over his legs as they got super cold like someone threw ice water on them. On the drive home I was talking to my brother on the phone and I got a weird feeling up my spine. I said that and my brother was like "holy fuck i had the same feeling when you did.
Another weird thing. After the funeral when I was going to work in the morning. I had a tablet made by Palm. It was on the nightstand charging. Audio started to come out and it was kind of static it was something like "there were tumors the size of golf balls, there was nothing they could do. But they did try their best and I thank then. --- Cancer care centers of america" I stood there freaked out. Looked at the tablet to see if some browser page was open....nope....never randomly did audio like that before..... I seriously was going to talk to a priest instead of going to work. Strange stuff man, but it did change my view of death and things like god.
sorry about the long post, I got on a roll.
This is very similar to an experience I had when my father died. He had a major stroke and was in a coma for two weeks. The experience was so bittersweet because I knew at some point he was in between worlds and wanted to go. I told him we would take care of my mom. Found out later that my sister told him the same thing later that day. He died the next day. He came to the foot of my mom's bed the next night and told her he "I'm here." If you knew my mom. So matter of fact about everything. I kept asking her if she might have been dreaming, and she said "No, I wasn't dreaming. When I reached out to touch him, my hand went right through and I said, 'you're not really here.' He walked around to the side of the bed and put his hands on her shoulders and said "'Honey, I'm here.' Then he was gone."
Anyway, so many little messages since then I could go on and on. Big picture, I lost my father in this earthly life, but gained a certainty in the afterlife that I would never have believed possible.
What's even weirder was I was reading a book a few months later, and there was something in there that made me literally stop breathing as I read it. Apparently the foot of the bed is a very popular place for these visitations. So wild! But so comforting!
Wow that is weird I will share with my mom. When she told me about that I started researching and ran across visitation dreams in particular. Blew my mind because I had one when I was eight and my BFF next door neighbor passed away after removal of a non-malignant brain tumor. I had spoken to her when she was still in the hospital and she was crying. I had been playing outside and didn't want to come in but my mom insisted that I call. She wouldn't tell me why she was crying and she didn't want to talk. I told her I would call her back the next day and I never did. She died the following Saturday. I felt so guilty. Anyway, shortly thereafter I had this dream like no other. It was so linear and so real. I was walking in the park where we played and she was by the tetherball courts. I could smell and feel the air and breeze, it was so very, very real. She told me she came to tell me not to feel guilty or bad and that she was really happy where she was, but that she wasn't going to be able to come back. I understood in the dream that she was no longer living, but kept saying, "that's okay, because you can just come like this and we will still play!" The thing that struck me then and to this day is how much older and wiser she seemed than a nine year old girl (she was a year older than me). And her hair had grown back and she looked just like she did for her First Communion. I kept trying to redirect the conversation to her hair LOL, and she was almost a little frustrated like that's not what I am here to talk about. When I woke up I was so disoriented. It took me several minutes to realize I had fallen asleep in my room. I couldn't shake the feeling that I really did talk to her. It wasn't until I was well into my forties that I had any idea that what happened to me when I was eight was a common experience.
Now if I could only find an artist to reproduce that peony I'll get my first tattoo at the tender age of 54 lol
Agreed and I also believe in reincarnationā¦
There have been cases where a child talks about their former life in detail and when they check they find that what the kid said was correct. That there really was a person that the kid described and they died the way they described. Trippy shit.
Yes... I remember watching some kind of documentary a few years back were this kid was getting upset over the 4th of July fireworks that night when they were shot off! The kid said: Mommy this is how I died... He was a traumatized little boy saying things only an adult would understand.
I remember a story where there was some kid that told how he was killed in his other life. The parents investigated because the kid was very detailed in his recollection and sure enough a kid matching the name he said he used to be in the town he said had went missing years before. The kid fingered some old pervert and the pervert freaked out and admitted what he did when the kid was reciting what he did to him in the previous life. Crazy shit man.
Interesting... Sounds like the kid experienced memories that surfaced from his past life. My bet something happened to trigger those memories/ a smell, touched or something he seen.
There's a book called "Soul Survivor" about a child who did just that, and remembered dying in a plane crash during WWII. When the parents checked into his recollections, it checked out with an actual airman.
Heartfelt condolences. May God's love and peace be upon you, comfort and strengthen you at this sad time.
I am so sorry, fren. May God comfort you & all who loved your Father.
Dear Lord, strengthen this grieving family with your presence, comfort them with your promise of salvation through Christ Jesus, and fill them with your Spirit and your peace that surpasses all understanding. I ask this most humbly in Jesus Holy name, Amen.
Amen.
We miss them when they go, but it is not forever. We will see them again.
Iām so sorry friend. Please read this. No better essay was ever written about death.
Alright, here goes.
I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbors, and a host of other folks.
I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents. I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function.
You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
Beautiful, poignant, so well described as you make that trek after the passing of a loved one.
Iām so sorry for your loss. You are in my prayers.
My condolences to you and your family. Great tribute to your Father.
God bless you.
My condolences - deepest sympathies š„ŗ
Beautiful things being said in here. Beautiful things you said about your Dad. You are blessed, we are blessed. God is amazing. Thank you Jesus for being our Lord and Savior.
God bless
I lost my dad a few months before my 20th birthday. His wisdom and his presence still live on with me 30-some-odd years later. You will see him again, and until then you have your memories of him to keep with you. Prayers to you and your loved ones today.
Flair intended to be out of respect, pede. We're with you during this difficult time
God bless.
Condolences, fren. You paid a great tribute to your father.
My dad was a lefty and very literate. He wrote poems and plays, they are out there.
In 2016 and 2017 he was just starting to ask me questions about Trump, what was he up to and why. What did I think was really going on. He knew something different was happening.
He died of cancer in 2018. A treatable cancer that was neglected by the loathsome NHS.
My mum says that she is glad he didn't have to live through the lockdown shit while he was ill, but I am sure that the intrigue and intricacy of the great awakening and Q would have totally fascinated him had he studied it.
This is the best play ever written. I wish it had been in his lifetime as well as mine.
May you and your family have the strength you need at this difficult time.
Thanks for the prayers everyone.
Condolences. May God calm your soul. š
My parents and most of my aunts and uncles are gone and I routinely think about them and what they were like back in the '70s. It's quite troubling to compare those people with today's version. You're quite right that they don't make people like that now. Time for a change.
Condolences and sympathy on your father's passing. May you be comforted by your memories of all the cherished times you've shared together. May the Lord give you and your father's other loved ones peace during this time. šāļø
Iām sorry for your loss!
May the Lord comfort you and your loved ones.
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I am very sorry for your loss, dear fren! God bless you for speaking so full of love and respect for your father.
May the Almighty support and protect you on all your ways, so that your father can be proud of you in heaven.
And you already told us how to do that by telling us about your father's work ethic. ;-)
Prayers on the way fren.
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what a blessing to be gifted with such a wonderful role model. Sincerest condolences.
What needs to be understood is that your father also grew up with considerably more opportunity and freedom than follow on generations. It's easy to say "you just need to work harder" when you ignore the fact that the dollar was actually worth something back then... that said, there is value in having a work ethic as work doesn't necessarily mean monetary gains. It establishes character in that your dad was one who would help others regardless of if they paid him or not and THAT is something that can be taught regardless of economic hardship or prosperity. That yearning to help others selflessly is the core idea of Jesus and why He went to the cross.
I don't know your dad or you, but going off this post alone I assume he did at least a few things right. Sorry for your loss, however while it's okay and necessary to cry, it's also okay to laugh and celebrate the good times too... death just plain blows, but it's only the end of this life. I don't know what comes next and how we treat death is just as important as how we treat life. Sorry for your loss.
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Sorry for your loss patriot.
Sorry for your loss.
My sympathy for your loss. Prayers for you and your family.
Praying your heart is filled with glory in knowing your dear dad is with our Heavenly Father. So sorry for your loss.
Hugs, xchain, praying for you and your family.
(hug) I am so sorry for your loss.
So sorry for your loss. It is very hard to lose a parent but as a parent it would be much harder to lose a child.
My sympathy and prayers for you and your family u/xchainlinkx. My wife and I are happy all our parents have gone home before all this happened.
Lost my father in January. God bless, we were lucky to have a great ones.