Precious, yet sad memories

Today, Jan 6 th. 2010, as I was helping to mark and put away the commodities at work... first we have to put the incoming day's date on them, then mark them as to which of the two schools they came to before we put them away. Today, Jan 6th Brings back the bittersweet memory of my Father, my Dad... 20 years ago today, Jan 6th 1990 was a Saturday. (Dad was 68 and 1/2 years old). Norman and I were going to take our turn at staying the night with my dad at the hospital. But, my brother and sister realized (because of their medical training) that it was going to be his last night on earth, and it was. They didn't tell Mom so she would go home, take a long hot bath, and lay down and rest a little, she was tired to the very core from spending so much time at the hospital... they planned to send one of their mates when time drew near for Dad (and followed through, so she was there in plenty of time) Anyway, they (and their mates) stayed with us, and we talked about many things trying to pass the time. Dad, bless his heart slept most of the time due to all the medication he was on. The nurses kept him comfortable because it was all that could be done, and it was his personal request that he be 'comfortable' to ease the pain and discomfort of not being able to breath. (he had asbestos in his lungs from working at westvaco) When he was awake, he was our sweet, gentle, loving dad and always knew all of us. For that we are grateful. And I have always heard that your last breath on earth was your first breath in heaven, and with the life he lead, no doubt that he is with God. I take comfort in knowing that someday we will see him again. God, please give him a great big hug from all of us.

Precious Memories

Precious memories, unseen angels.

Sent from somewhere to my soul.

How they linger ever near me.

And the sacred past unfolds.

In the stillness of the midnight,

Echoes from the past I hear.

Old time singing, gladness ringing.

From that lovely land somewhere.

Chorus: Precious memories how they linger,

How they ever flood my soul.

In the stillness of the midnight.

Precious sacred scenes unfold.

As I travel on life's pathway,

I know not what the years may hold.

As I ponder hope grows fonder,

Precious memories flood my soul.

Chorus

Exodus 20:12“ Honor your father and your mother, that your days may be long upon the land which the LORD your God is giving you. Matthew 19:19‘Honor your father and your mother,’ and, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’

Faith of our fathers, holy faith, We will be true to thee till death!