The day he left....

I will never forget whispering into his ear all the wonderful memories I will always treasure. All the times he would call me at just the right time. What about the time when he knew my sister and I needed him the most and he flew us there just so we could get that much needed hug from him.
I remember living in Puerto Rico and he took me outside to learn to ride my butterfly banana seat bike. With out fail every single time I tried to ride I will jiggle to the left then over correct to the right and fall flat. But that day he took me out and he held onto the metal bar on the back of the bike and said I won't let go. I went and every once and awhile I would look back to him running along side the bike smiling at me. I felt very comfortable that he was not going to let go so I enjoyed riding down the block. After what seemed like a lifetime I looked back to see him smile with me...only to find him halfway down the block.........then I fell. The wonderful part of this story was He had faith in me. I had faith that he was going to stick by me and never leave.... I trusted him. Now fast forward about 26 years to me standing next to his bed on the Hospice unit floor. As I held his hand and whispered in his ear that wonderful memory. I told him I learned a valuble lesson that day with him. He taught me even when someone lets go they are still there for you. I let him know that I am holding his hand and I will never leave his side {Even though at this time he could not talk with me...tears began to run down his face as he squeezed my hand ever so slightly} I let him know that as I held one hand that Jesus was holding the other hand. I told him that he could let go though it was okay...and I would be alright. About 10 hours later he died with me holding his right hand and my brother holding his left hand and my other brother and step mom down by his feet. We watched his very last breath here on earth. I know as he took his last breath that Jesus was right there for his first breath up in heaven.
I hold dear to me so many wonderful things about you dad. I will never forget the way you always had one eye shut as if you were staring into the sun. I will always remember the way you walked. I will miss hearing you calling me pretending to be everyone but yourself. I will miss the smile man you would always draw on every single letter or card. But most of all Dad I will miss your hugs. No one in the world can give a squishy hug like you.
Hey if you ever do get that e-mail I was praying for could you please take time out of all heavens glory to send me a little ol' e-mail?
Love ya,
Kelley