Two weeks ago, I left Wisconsin and my husband and kids to return to my childhood home to be with my Mom and Dad and family while my Dad had open heart surgery. He had a heart valve replaced and two bipasses. He did well in the first few days following the surgery and we felt very hopeful. Unfortunately, he developed pneumonia. A few days later, with doctors unable to get enough oxygen into his infected lungs, he passed away.
I am in shock and numb with grief. I did not expect to lose my Daddy so soon. In the week that followed his passing, we planned and attended his funeral, still in shock. Now that i have returned to Wisconsin, I feel myself sliding into sadness and missing my family. There are no words right now. Only clinging to the hope of heaven and seeing him again there.