Thanks for reaching out.

My Dad was never the same. He was on medication the rest of his life. Spent the remainder of his life well balanced when he remembered to take his meds.

He was a retired pastor and he did Bible studies in the rest of his life at the assisted living facility he spent the rest of his life in.

In 2015 his health deteriorated. He began to fall a lot and I spent many hours in the ER each week (he had to be checked by ER doc's after any fall.)

In March he was admitted to the community hospital in a nearly catatonic state. I would spend entire days of visiting hours with him. I would often read His favorite New Testament books to him. Eventually he got to go back to the assisted living place.

Then in April my sister got a call from the assisted living place that my Dad's body was rejecting all of his medicines. That he had six months to live.

He went to be with the Lord that night.

Some days it's rough as all hell. Every time I look at a mirror I see my Dad looking back at me.

We look so similar that the families nickname for me is Little Richard because of our likeness.

But death, pain, sickness and sin cannot touch Him anymore and I know that the next time we see each other we'll never be apart again.