That was three days ago. To my dismay, not one of my siblings notified me. Not by phone. Not by text messages. Nothing.
Another painful stab in the back from my toxic family. And confirmation that I made the right choice by going no contact last year.
Yesterday, I contacted the assisted living facility where my dad received care. I wanted to inquire about him to make sure he was doing alright.
For many years, he battled advanced Alzheimer's and a heart condition. The last six months, he has significantly declined physically, mentally, and cognitively.
On the telephone, the residential staff member graciously shared that on Saturday, May 11th, between 11:00 - 11:30 AM, my dad stopped breathing. She stated that he peacefully slipped away.
While I'm deeply grieving the loss of my dad, I give thanks to God because I know my father is at peace with Jesus. The Lord has had a powerful hand upon my dad.
I saw with my own eyes how my father was transformed into having a strong relationship with Christ. And he was remorseful for not actively participating in my life.
This picture of my dad and I is a reminder of how the Lord heals and restores broken relationships. Truly, it was a miracle.
My new book, Sacred Wandering: Growing Your Faith in the Dark, has a chapter about how a divine appointment with a stranger, John Finch, played a vital role in my dad and I reconciling in December 2017.. It's inspiring and can give others hope, especially if they have father wounds.
As I soul search about the various seasons in life, I've come to believe that life is fragile and short. Yet. all praise, honor, and glory to God who still sits on the throne to redeem, restore, and reunite us with our loved ones. For this, I am eternally grateful.
Today, I'm asking for prayers. The tears won't stop falling.
I'm going to take frequent breaks from social media in order to process my loss, grief, and pain. In advance, thank you for your thoughts, prayers, and support.
"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: a time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, a time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, a time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, a time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, a time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, a time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace." Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 (NIV)