DANCING ON HIS SHOES

I remember a lot of things about my daddy , but standing on his shoes as he held me and danced me allll over the room, is the most precious memory I have with him.

My daddy is dying... there I really said it and meant it. He has been sooo sick for 5 years, he has COPD and is a hospice patient. I watched him just today as he tugged for air. He came into the room where I was sitting and with everything in his being, said hey priss (that's what he calls me), how was your day... I was thinking there he is dying, only been able to keep down 2 sanwitches in the past week, can only walk the distance of about 15 feet, and he wants to know how my day was.
That is so much him. Always caring about others. I can't bear to watch him suffer. Jesus PLEASE let him go to sleep and wake up in your arms. He is ready. He is tired. Mama is tired. Lord I don't want to loose my daddy but it's selfish of me to ask you to allow him to stay here one more day.

I know that one day, again, in heaven I will dance on his shoes... we will dance before the King of Kings, with the heavely angel choir as our background music. Until then, I will lie in silence and close my eyes and just remember the times that I danced on my daddy's shoes .