The father tightened his arms around his 16 year old daughter. She was surprised at his strength for the man was a yellow-shrunken shell of the man he had been. It was past midnight though. She had been working all evening until 11:00 p.m. She wanted to stay but knew she had to get up in a few hours for school.
The hospital wasn't far from her high school and she did not have to work tomorrow afternoon either. All of her mom's siblings had come to up to be with her mom. With plenty of vehicles around, she was certain she could drive to school tomorrow. Besides her mom was spending the night at the hospital anyway.
She would go home, try to get some rest, and then pop back in at the hospital before heading off to school in the morning. Somehow get through the school day and then she'd be back. Then she could spend the rest of the afternoon and evening with her dad.
Her father's grip on her tightened. His grip tightened to the point that when she tried to leave, he wouldn't let go. Did he know? Did he know that this would be the last time he would hold his little girl in this world?
"I've got to go now, Dad. I love you. I'll see you in the morning."
It appeared for a few moments that he had not heard her. She wasn't sure for he was no longer speaking when you spoke to him. The grip intensified and then relaxed. He knew he had to let her go. He would see her in the morning. He died around 4 a.m. that morning and I am still waiting for morning to come...
It should not be surprising that I do not like goodbyes for I vividly remember what it is like to tell someone I loved goodbye and a few hours later awaken to discover that this was the last time I would look upon their face in this world. It was the last time I would be able to tell them that I love them. The last time to say goodbye.
I left home on Thursday, August 9th. It is now Friday, August 17th. I have traveled through Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Kentucky and Missouri visiting family and friends. Currently my husband and I are at the B2Y Ranch visiting @blessings2you+ , @blest+ and Blest's mom. My trip has been a refreshing time filled with fellowship and a lot of laughter and even a few tears. In Indiana we visited a 95 year old woman who has been like a grandma to my husband. We all knew it might very well be the last time we will see her in this world but thankfully, we know that God is with her. This has been a precious time but now it is time to go home. It is time to say goodbye.
Don't get me wrong. I love home but just the same, I do not like goodbyes.
I am looking forward to that day when I will never have to say goodbye again. I will wake up and it will be morning. I will see my dad in the morning as well as a host of family and friends. I will meet family I have never known and new friends as well. Best of all, I will see HIM! I mean REALLY see Him! What a day that will be!
In the meantime though, I will have to say my goodbyes. I will have to say them but I must remember that sometimes the last goodbye will be said and I will truly "see you in the morning."