He has not learned the
lesson of life
who does
not every day
surmount a fear. -
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Thursday, January 12, 2012
He's gone.
My father, Sylvester Ross Whitenack, died on Monday January 9th, 2012 without pain. Mom, with the help of hospice and my sisters and I, was able to care for him at home as he wished. It will take a long time to adjust to his loss.
(((Hugs))) So sorry for your loss. I lost my Dad 7 years ago. He was also @ home with hospice and it was as good an experience as one can have under the circumstances.
I take great comfort in these words..."The one who believes in me, even though he or she dies, will live. John 11:25... He's in heaven maybe finally being able to play an instrument or lots of instrument, playing with his son(s) or daughter or fixing something...anything...I'm sure there is a very important piece of work to be done that will give dad great joy.....dad had his own way about him, but there is no doubt in my mind that he had put his faith in Jesus Christ...so it is so long for now, looking forward to a great reunion someday! Love to you, Carol
Thank you for all the kind words. I know this sounds awful, but it was actually a kind of relief for everyone involved, including my father. At the end he was frequently saying that he was ready to go to Heaven, and I think his heaven is filled with work. My Dad loved to tinker and fix things. I attribute the 99% score on a mechanical aptitude test that I took in school to following him around as a kid like a shadow. He loved his man cave basement so much that he would sit in his old Lazy Boy which was completely surrounded with tools and that particular greasy tool smell to watch TV.
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(((Hugs))) So sorry for your loss. I lost my Dad 7 years ago. He was also @ home with hospice and it was as good an experience as one can have under the circumstances.
I'm so, so sorry for your loss. Sending warmest thoughts your way.
Sorry for your loss. It is always hard losing someone.
My thoughts are with you and I'm sending virtual hugs your way.
I take great comfort in these words..."The one who believes in me, even though he or she dies, will live. John 11:25... He's in heaven maybe finally being able to play an instrument or lots of instrument, playing with his son(s) or daughter or fixing something...anything...I'm sure there is a very important piece of work to be done that will give dad great joy.....dad had his own way about him, but there is no doubt in my mind that he had put his faith in Jesus Christ...so it is so long for now, looking forward to a great reunion someday!
Love to you,
Carol
Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
I wish you peace.
Thank you for all the kind words. I know this sounds awful, but it was actually a kind of relief for everyone involved, including my father. At the end he was frequently saying that he was ready to go to Heaven, and I think his heaven is filled with work. My Dad loved to tinker and fix things. I attribute the 99% score on a mechanical aptitude test that I took in school to following him around as a kid like a shadow. He loved his man cave basement so much that he would sit in his old Lazy Boy which was completely surrounded with tools and that particular greasy tool smell to watch TV.
Im sorry for your loss, Julie. It changes your place in the world when you lose your dad, doesn't it? Peace to you and your family.
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