Karen C
08-08-2005, 02:11 PM
It has been nearly a month since my precious father (age 58) died of lung cancer (7-11-05). The first two weeks after he went on to be with the Lord were so busy that I barely had time to grieve. Even though I've heard that time helps, it really feels like I am grieving more rather than less. This morning, I woke up with his last few agonizing seconds of life vividly pictured in my mind's eye and even though I know that God orchestrated my daddy's death with great love towards both him and us (wife, three children, three children-in-laws whom he treated like his children, five grandchildren), it still hurts to remember his painful gasping for breath. I am going to pick up the death certificate from the funeral home in a few minutes and I just hoped that someone would read this and pray for me and my family.

