My Dad and I were able to spend some time with John that night at the hospital. It was the hardest thing I've ever done. It was such a helpless feeling seeing the one I loved laying there right in front of me, lifeless, knowing that there was nothing I could do to bring him back. The only comforting thing was the way he looked and the fact that I knew he was already up in Heaven. As hard as it was to comprehend, God had much bigger plans for him.
John had a few burns, scratches, and bruises on his body but he looked great considering the terrible house fire he had battled just hours before.
Looking back, I am so thankful that I saw John that night. As hard as it was, it was a start to the closure that I really needed.
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