Its Hard Letting Go

My dad's days are winding down.

I can't believe I'm typing that.

My dad is a strong man. I think even now he is battling with God, who is knocking on the door telling him, his time is coming, but he's telling him no.

I don't think I've ever felt such pain. I can't even begin to imagine what my mom feels like. This is the man she's spent all her life with. They've been married 62 years. That's more than half of her life.

My brother had the audacity to say his children don't want to talk to her, because all she talks about is dad. What is there for her to talk about.

Life isn't full of "the happy" right now.

Any person that doesn't understand that, is pretty unfeeling. Any person that would say that to their mother who is already grieving, should be kicked in the seat of their pants.

I can't believe a son would act that way when it comes to a father that loves him dearly.

But that is a rant for another day.

Keep us in your prayers.