Posted on 03/14/2007 8:07:59 PM PDT by Skylus
Prayers needed for my family. Sundog's father (my grandfather) left peacefully at midnight after suffering a stroke and a heart attack.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers!
Skylus~
Prayers sent for you and your family.
Prayers offered. Best wishes extended.
Prayers for all of you. Grandparents are special people.
My grown sons just know one of their grandparents, my mom. The others passed away before they were born or when they were very young. I always felt they missed out on so much by not knowing their other grandparents.
May your grandfather rest in peace. Prayers for your family.
Prayers outbound.
Prayers for you and your family that God will bless you and comfort you.
Your Grandfather, you and your family are in my family's prayers.
May our Heavenly Father bless you and yours with peace, strength and comfort.
Mat 20:23 And he saith unto them, Ye shall drink indeed of my cup, and be baptized with the baptism that I am baptized with: but to sit on my right hand, and on my left, is not mine to give, but [it shall be given to them] for whom it is prepared of my Father.
Prayers sent to you and your family
God Bless and comfort your family.
May God grant you comfort, peace, and a host of fond memories of your Grandfather. May He bring His strength to all of you and tend to all your needs. I ask this in Jesus' Holy Name, Amen.
For him it is but a moment. Not even as long as a nights sleep for you and me.
Ephesians 5:14 Wherefore he saith, Awake thou that sleepest, and arise from the dead, and Christ shall give thee light.
Dear Daughter,
I'm up here in Montana, and I found your thread on John H. Barton, my dad, most touching. There are a few things I'd change if I could -- leave earlier when you hear your dad is in the hospital. Don't stay in a motel when you can drive on and maybe see him sooner. Answer his letters, call him on the phone, and don't leave a few choice words hanging unsaid which should have been delivered in person, by phone, or by letter.
The last words I heard him say, when I called, were "I'm too tired to talk to him."
That was when I thought the morning would be soon enough to say the last farewell. As it was, all I could do was drive up to the old homestead, where I was a toddler in 1953, climb the hill to the old windmill, and cry my heart out in the cold, bitter, Montana wind.
He was a sheep herder, a rancher, an alfalfa farmer, a school board member, father of three daughters and one son, and a great conversationalist. He was wounded in WWII, and tended that wound faithfully for the last year of his life, bullet fragments still in the leg bones. He was almost 83.
Now we move on. Our house is clean and fixed. You have school to attend to. What broke the anguish for me was seeing him, in my mind's eye, standing in a new, clean white robe smiling at how everything came out, surrounded by those dear to him.
His home was a tribute to our sparse letters and pictures. There was your sister's wedding pictures, family photos from when he visited us, Christmas pictures in prominent places, even the picture of you and your fiancee in the very corner of his cabinet.
So take heart. We all live and die. Life is lived between birth and death. Someday, when we hope it is not too late, we will take it seriously. That way it is not too painful to go or let go.
Peace to you all.
I'm so sorry to hear. Prayers and hugs for his family.
What dad posted is sweet :)
I'm very sorry for your loss. Prayers going out!
May God keep him in his tender loving care.
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