Thursday, July 5, 2018

heartbroken


I don't really feel like posting.

I don't really feel like doing anything, actually,
but I do need that last post's title to move down the page.

Because it's sort of a lie.

Time
is no longer marching on
for my dad.

Two weeks and two days ago,
his C2 was fractured
- which injured his spinal cord -
when the orchard ladder he was on
collapsed.

He was completely paralysed
and couldn't breath without a ventilator.

The most common problem
for someone who survives his injury,
is pneumonia and ARDS,
and then heart failure
due to the stress on the lungs
and/or the treatment to remove fluid and phlegm.

Dad developed ARDS Tuesday
and by Wednesday evening,
he was gone.


Our pastor asked Tyler and I if we saw Jesus at the hospital.
And we did.
So many times.

But I am way too worn out to record them,
so we will just hold them in our hearts.
Our very broken hearts.

We love you, Dad. So much.

~

Here is the tribute (mostly written by the middle brother)
that my siblings and I read at his memorial service,
if you care to read it.
And his life in pictures, reduced to a 5 minute song.