No more hospital bed, no more tubes, no bedpan, no oxygen tanks, no morphine, no pain patch, no nausea medicine, no walker, no wheelchair, no shower chair, no nebulizer, no suffering. Lots of love, lots of treasures, lots of memories, lots of gratefulness. Prayers will swirl in the air of this room forever along with my scent of my Dad. Jesus defeated sin, death and the devil. Fly high, Dad. Until we meet again.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Aug 2014 03:06:43 +0000
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