Welcomed Home

Six years ago my dad completed his journey here on earth.

In the early hours of that morning my mom sat with him when he breathed his last.  It was a peaceful – and blessed – death which seems strange to write but, really isn’t. He was at home, in no pain and had the opportunity to say goodbye to his family.

Later, waiting for the funeral home to arrive, I sat on my back patio.  Facing east, and the house my parents lived in, the sun began to rise and a soft breeze wafted across the yard.  I watched, and listened,  as the leaves gently swayed in the big pine tree and, I knew angels were moving through as they escorted my dad to Heaven.

It was a beautiful moment in the midst of a loss.

It was a quiet moment – before the glaring busyness of phone calls, texts and visitors began –  to reflect on all that was and all that could have been.

Just a couple of hours later a song about grief and death –  Welcome Home – by Michael W. Smith began playing….

What a lovely sound
Angels all around
Saying this is where you belong
Welcome home
Welcome home
Welcome home

Coincidence?  Not in my world.

It has been six years since the angels welcomed my dad and, still, when the breeze moves the tree ever so softly I think of the angels escorting him and I know that he is home and….

It is well with his soul.

 

 

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Dr. B

I woke up to the news this morning that our dentist had passed away overnight.

He took care of my family for 25 years.

25 years.

He did the orthodontics for all four of my children, has taken care of abscessed teeth, fractured roots, root canals and crowns.  But, never once did I feel like he tried to get me to ‘fix’ anything that wasn’t a necessity.  He was a good and decent man who lived for God, his family, his friends, his staff and his Texas Aggies.

He was an amazing dentist with a quick wit and a goofy sense of humor. His office style was laid-back, and there was an ease among the staff that evoked a sense of happy.  His employees were all long-term, which says a lot about the type of boss he was.  He could tease and joke and yet, be serious and empathetic when needed.

Being a huge Texas Aggie fan everything in his office – and even his car – was maroon.  My boys, who loved his easy-going manner and totally non-threatening threats about wreaking pain during ortho appointments, would dare to wear burnt orange just to get a reaction from him. (Rival University of Texas colors are burnt orange and white). He would always comply and they traded many good-natured barbs over the way they were dressed.

I still feel stunned.  I am going to miss this relationship so much.

I believe in God and know that His plan is always good and right and perfect.  I also know that he understands why so many of us are grieving tonight. My heart is saddened for my own loss but, it breaks even more for his beautiful wife, children and granddaughter.  I will lift them up in prayers during this difficult time.

God Bless You Dr. B.

And, rest in peace.

Matthew 25:21  His master said to him, ‘Well done, my good and faithful servant. Since you were faithful in small matters, I will give you great responsibilities. Come, share your master’s joy.’