Hard times, good memories
Last week I thought I was going to be buying a wheelchair for my dad so we could get ready for hunting season. I was not afraid of my dad hunting from a wheelchair. I would do anything to keep him hunting with me. This week we are bringing back hunts of previous seasons we have enjoyed because it looks like there will be no more days afield for my dad. I have not posted much this week because I have been at the hospital every night with my dad. The tumor that they partially removed from around his spinal cord last month has almost complety came back and has cut off feeling to his lower half. And an additional tumor has aggressively been active in his stomach. The doctors say it’s inoperable and it has been very hard for everyone to say the least. I feel comfort however in the fact that my dad has come to witness the lord. He is ok with leaving this world and he knows that we will be fine as time goes on. We have all grown this week not just as a family, but with the Lord also. We have cried on, prayed with, hugged and leaned on each other and with the Lord these past few days. I wish him no pain and suffering, but I hope he makes it another week till next week end. A few of the guys from our old hunting club are coming to see him. Hunting is such a major part of our lives that we share together a sense of no matter what happens around us; memories of those early morning sunrises restore our souls. The old saying it doesn’t get any better then this, well I think it came from an outdoorsman. Because if I could ever paint the joy we have had and good memories we have shared, in my mind, it would be an early morning sunrise over the mountains, with the night’s dew dripping off the leaves, and a deer walking into my dads sights as he takes aim. Across the bottom of the painting it would read in a beautiful script, Thank you Lord, because it sure doesn’t get any better than this!