On his last birthday.... five years ago he was taken to the hospital. We didn't know it then but .... he never left the hospital alive. He knew.... he would say to me.... "I won't leave here... I am dying." He went in the hospital on a Sunday.... his birthday ... just like today. It's been five years... I still relive the week....
Michael & Dad 1986
After a full day of visiting with him in the hospital and telling him goodbye because I had to drive back to Georgia I kept crying ... not understanding why.. the doctors and nurses reassured me he would be coming home in a few days. I planned to take care of a few things at home and then drive back down.
So on July 14th... our Wesley's 4th birthday... within 10 minutes of arriving home I received the call that Dad died.
Five years.... wow. I still miss him so much. When we went to Florida last weekend.... and stayed with my sister who now lives in my parents home, I went into the garage... Dad sat in the garage, watching the cars go by, smoking, reading and listening to country music. His smell is no longer there. This is the first time I couldn't smell that old spice/smoke smell. He was my hero. The best Papa in the world. A WWII veteran.
The very last thing he said to me when I kissed him on the forehead and said goodbye....
"Hold it together.... hold it together now."
My Dad would of been 88 today.... but today we celebrate his life.... and that soon he will be with Jesus for 5 yrs! Happy Birthday, Dad!
My Dad & Wyatt (named after dad "Emory"). A little blury~ 2006