Ann bought him a walker that has a seat. They had planned a trip to Israel before the heart attack. She thought it may help him. It is now truly a trip of a lifetime. I find it ironic that when all is said and done, when he has passed from this life, all that will be left is the pictures and memories. His passport, with his picture will be left behind. His one stamp will be to the Holy Land. Symbolism? Perhaps.
Do you think God talks to you throughout the course of your day? I am writing this blog, listening to music and the song "Testify" by Melissa Etheridge is playing. "I, I want to testify. My love still lives and breathes and my soul is screaming why? Thoughts that won't let me sleep. Don't let hearts break and don't let children cry. Before it gets too late, I want to testify." That is exactly what I am feeling! I know that Melissa isn't talking about the same thing I am throughout the whole song. Just for a minute, just for the chorus. I am feeling the same way.
When we die, we go to heaven right? Some people believe we are going home. My fathers casket said that. He knew I was close to my native roots and was excited to tell me that he had picked his coffin and there were Eagles on his casket. I was excited for him and little grateful. Then, when he passed, I went to the funeral home. There, I saw, the Seagulls. Then, in the light blue liner, the words were embroidered "Going Home."
I don't know what Steve is going to want. I don't dare ask yet. This information is so new to us. So foreign. I can't wrap my mind around it. I want to talk to him in person about that. I can't wait to see him again. Again, I wonder how much time is left?
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