My Father

Early in the morning on February 14th the phone rang and Brent answered it. Dad had been sick and his long time friend had stayed with him at his house that night. He later called the ambulance and that was when Brent and I recieved a call from my father's friend. Brent and I rushed to the hospital. We were met with those eyes of concern on the doctors faces and was faced with a very difficult decision. My father had suffered a massive stroke. After making a few phone calls to a few members of the family a decision was made. As I sat next to my father held his hand, layed on his chest and held the phone so family could talk to him those last few moments of his life I learned many life lessons. Many I knew but now will always keep close to my heart. Life is so very fragile. My testimony has been strenthened and I am very greatful to my Father in Heaven for all my blessings. Especially a loving husband and children that continue to teach me to live as the Savior would have me live. I will miss this man while I am on this earth. The lessons I take from all of this I will cherish. That in it's self is a gift.