My dad had been in the ICU for the last two weeks, and he passed away this afternoon.
I had no idea where my dad was in the hospital until today, and I had walked by his room dozens of times during the last two weeks of walking and praying for him.
Yesterday, I started letting go of my dad, because I felt in my heart, that God was freeing him from his broken flesh body.
I talked to him and prayed over him for 3 hours this afternoon, and my brother, two half sisters and I decided to pull out his ventilator.
A part of me feels like I killed him, but he was almost unrecognizable except for the crown of his bald head. He was so swollen and full of fluid.
I know he is in complete rest now, but I will struggle with today’s events until my mortal death.
I had walked around the hospital a few times this morning, and walked around the hospital this evening. I think I will avoid this path for some time.
Lord bless us
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