March 31st 1999A.D., my dad died at VA Memorial Hospital in Dallas Texas after battling small cell lung cancer for two years almost. The day before he had died temporarily, I tried asking him if he wanted a pillow for his head because it looked uncomfortable how his head was limply hanging to the side of the back of his favorite chair. His eyes were yellow and empty, he wasn't breathing and had no pulse. My mom prayed over him for a while, then a friend from church arrived, who was going to take him to the hospital that day. They continued to pray over him for another twenty minutes or so, and then he came back to life. Mom and her friend from church and her friend's husband helped my dad walk to their SUV. The last thing he said was, "you've got to get along, you got to stick together, I love you". At 6:30AM this day 17 years ago, my dad breathed his last breath.
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"In the kingdom of hope, there is no winter."
31 Mar 2016, 12:22 pm
