H.J. Gulledge -"Jimmy" to my mom and their friends. Daddy to me. This week, five years ago was his last week on this earth. He was in a coma, so we couldn't speak. The last thing I spoke to him about was in the emergency room as he was having tests. The next day, he was gone - his mind was gone.
Yeah and I still really miss him. He was a grumpy old man and I loved him so much. He was a good daddy, one who would sit on the front porch with me when I was a moody teenager and ask "what's wrong," or "how are things going?" He would drive all the way home on a work day to take me out to lunch. Somehow, over the years, despite all my mistakes, he conveyed to me that I was the apple of his eye. He loved Scott like his own and was so good and encouraging to my sons.
Yet it was my dad's death that propelled us forward into missions. I could have never left him or my mom while he was still struggling with Alzheimer's. I just hope he is looking down and is proud of us. I got really lucky when they were handing out moms and dads. It took me a while to truly appreciate them, but they are golden.
1 comment:
I am so sorry about your Daddy. It's hard when someone that you love and adore is gone before they die. You know what I mean. My grandfather, Pawpaw, died a couple of weeks ago from Alzheimer's. He'd been gone from us for a few years and was suffering a great deal. I miss him lots.
Praying for and missing you. Love ya, Chick!
Post a Comment