My father passed away June 11th from brain cancer, his birthday was 2 days ago and I have been finding it hard. I miss him so dearly. I wanted to tell the world about my father and what better place then the internet. This is what I read at his funeral and wanted to share it with you all, about my father. If you still have your parents, or anyone that your close to in your life I beg you spend some time with them. You never know when the end is today, my father went from healthy to gone from this world in 2 months.
Jesus! That's what my father wanted to continue telling people about. It was his dream to go on more mission trips to tell people about Jesus. For reasons unknown to us God had written the final page in my father's life and his earthly dreams wouldn't come to pass, while hard, I am okay with that and here's why;
My father was a strong man both physically and spiritually. As a kid I remember my father taking me to a sporting goods store where we were looking at weights, they were all bolted to the floor except for one massive bar loaded with weights, my dad scooped it up like it was a bag of cotton candy. You should have seen the salesman come running over telling him to put that down, my dad responding all the others were bolted down, the salesman shockingly saying we didn't bolt that one down because no one could lift it, me, beaming with pride, that's my dad.
I guess what I am saying is nothing is impossible until someone tells you it is... then you better question that man's capabilities to see if he measures up, odds are we can all do a bit better than the man before us if we have the faith.
One of the times my wife and I went to see my dad at the hospital he told me this isn't the end of him, he is going to "whip it". While it wasn't in God's plan for that to happen, he won, he won the game of life. I sometimes think he didn't know God was speaking directly to Adam when he said to be fruitful and multiply for my father took that command on as one of his personal missions so here we are, all 8 of us. He planted the seeds of God to grow in our whole family, he was a provider, a protector, servant of God, he feared nothing that was put in place for man to fear.
Through this illness my father lost his speech, his mobility, his ability to write, he couldn't take care of himself and do you know what he did about it? He worshiped God. In the end God brought my father home as we all were around him, not waking from the night before yet my dad mustered up the strength to practically set up and look around the room and call his family to his side. He told my mother what I believe was I love you, then laid his head back down, exhailed his last breath and went on home. Doing it how he did he told the enemy one last time to go back to hell. So to my hero, I can stand here today and proclaim dad, job well done. I love you and I won't say goodbye only I'll see you later.
Son #1, child # 4.
Here he is the day before he passed away, what a great man, father and friend.
Jesus! That's what my father wanted to continue telling people about. It was his dream to go on more mission trips to tell people about Jesus. For reasons unknown to us God had written the final page in my father's life and his earthly dreams wouldn't come to pass, while hard, I am okay with that and here's why;
My father was a strong man both physically and spiritually. As a kid I remember my father taking me to a sporting goods store where we were looking at weights, they were all bolted to the floor except for one massive bar loaded with weights, my dad scooped it up like it was a bag of cotton candy. You should have seen the salesman come running over telling him to put that down, my dad responding all the others were bolted down, the salesman shockingly saying we didn't bolt that one down because no one could lift it, me, beaming with pride, that's my dad.
I guess what I am saying is nothing is impossible until someone tells you it is... then you better question that man's capabilities to see if he measures up, odds are we can all do a bit better than the man before us if we have the faith.
One of the times my wife and I went to see my dad at the hospital he told me this isn't the end of him, he is going to "whip it". While it wasn't in God's plan for that to happen, he won, he won the game of life. I sometimes think he didn't know God was speaking directly to Adam when he said to be fruitful and multiply for my father took that command on as one of his personal missions so here we are, all 8 of us. He planted the seeds of God to grow in our whole family, he was a provider, a protector, servant of God, he feared nothing that was put in place for man to fear.
Through this illness my father lost his speech, his mobility, his ability to write, he couldn't take care of himself and do you know what he did about it? He worshiped God. In the end God brought my father home as we all were around him, not waking from the night before yet my dad mustered up the strength to practically set up and look around the room and call his family to his side. He told my mother what I believe was I love you, then laid his head back down, exhailed his last breath and went on home. Doing it how he did he told the enemy one last time to go back to hell. So to my hero, I can stand here today and proclaim dad, job well done. I love you and I won't say goodbye only I'll see you later.
Son #1, child # 4.
Here he is the day before he passed away, what a great man, father and friend.
