the last time I saw him.

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

the last time I saw my dad was the day before he died. I was home for almost a week in round rock. driving back and forth from my parent's house to the Christopher House in east austin. I really hated that place. seemed like a place that people went and didn't leave. at this point, my dad couldn't talk really. it's so hard to remember. i've been trying to go back in my mind lately to remember things that are so painful that it hurts. but I feel like it's necessary and it helps to write out.

dad was in so much pain. I can't even imagine. when I get a migraine and feel like I'm going to just collapse in pain, I think about the pain my dad lived through for almost 4 years. it literally makes my heart break. not necessary to dwell on. moving on.

dad was in the Christopher House for a little less than a week. it's basically a hospice place. he barely ate anything. I can't even remember if he did. he was so frail. so so thin. I can't remember why, but they said that dad could go home. I think he was sick and had gotten better. we thought, at least I thought, that he was on the mend. when we got home, he wouldn't eat but he drank coke. I got to feed him coke and it gave me so much joy because he wouldn't ever drink it while he was sick.

the night I left, I was reading God of the Impossible by Susan Peters (really recommend), to my dad. there is a part in the book that has healing scriptures and I just kept reading them to my dad. after that, I asked dad if I could worship with him. I sang mainly since he couldn't. he was laughing at my voice I think :) I remember I didn't want to leave that night but felt like I should to be home in waco. I don't know why. an emotional break I suppose. I left thursday night. he died in the night on friday.

I never thought he would die from that crappy disease. I really believed he wouldn't. when my mom called me in the middle of the night, I just ached. the worst pain in the world is getting that call in the middle of the night. packing for a funeral. packing clothes that your dad will never see again.

it's so hard to think about the painful parts of my dad's death. really most of them are painful because I miss him so much. but I think that right now is the first time that I realized that the last moments I had with my dad, were in worship. in church the other day, the pastor was saying that everyone remembers the last words that you have with a person you loved that has died. I don't remember the last words my dad ever physically spoke to me. but I do remember that our last moments together were worshipping Jesus. I hope that I can leave a legacy like that.

I miss him so much. no one will ever replace my daddy. now he's doing exactly what he probably left earth doing. his last breath here on earth was his first breath with Jesus and eternal life and freedom from pain.

I love you daddy and I miss you so incredibly much.
you're little girl forever,


  1. Kambly, you never cease to bring me to those moments with you. Your remembrances are so beneficial for those of us who loved your dad but couldn't be there all the time. I remember the one and only time I got to visit and he was still talking. You all knew his language and I caught on quickly. He laughed. He joked. He smiled a lot. He was so proud of you all. He was enjoying every moment. It was a privilege and blessing to watch you all interact with him. I loved getting to visit and see him, knowing that it may very well be my last time seeing him. The disease that crippled his body did not cripple his spirit. It did NOT get the best of him. His wife and kids got the best of him...he lives on through each of you. His legacy is powerful and meaningful. Thank you so much for writing (very well, I might add) about your memories, feelings and experiences. Your daddy is smiling and saying, "That's my girl!" Hugs to you, your brothers, and especially you mama. XO.

  2. He was a great man. A father figure to so many more than just his blood, myself included. What a blessing it is to have this sweet memory. He was a man of the Lord, the fact that your last memory of him was honoring God together is if of no surprise to me. What a powerful legacy to leave. Thank you for sharing
    Blessings to you Kam.


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