Oh what an emotional journey this has been.
I have so many emotions going through me at the moment I can't even describe them.
My father who has been battling gastric cancer for the last three months has been sent home to hospice care. I don't even know what to say about that except that I'm full of sorrow and dread at what lies ahead. He put up a good fight and I am so proud of him but unfortunately the tumor proved to be too aggressive. What a horrendous disease it is. I hate what it's done to his body and I hate what it's done to our family. It's taking a precious soul away from us in such an awful way.
I'm keeping this short because I'm finding it hard to express myself. I traveled to Kansas last week to be with him and I just came home on Sunday night to check on my family. Now I'm heading back to be with him again.
I think grief comes in waves. Sometimes I am able to control the tears and I think I'm alright and handling it well and other times the tears just flow and it feels like my heart will burst.
I pray for grace to see us through this. He's been so brave through these hard days. I'm so proud to call him my father.