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.