It began last Wednesday evening when we were at dinner with Pimpet and Hubby's friends. The phone rang. It was Pimpet's father. He was on his way to the hospital because of shortness of breath. Over Thanksgiving and through the weekend, her father continued to struggle and by Monday night he'd passed on.
My heart breaks for Pimpet in that she truly was Daddy's little girl and that is something I will never know with my father. She lost a very specail and unfamiliar relationship to me. I cannot imagine what that feels like.
My empathy for her derives from another place. My uncle. A unique member to the family in that he was a late addition. In his early 60s, he married my aunt for the first time. It was also her first marriage in her late 50s. [Is there hope for me afterall?] The icing on the cake is he left the priesthood to be with her. Amazing how love knows no bounds. Even to this day, nearly 3 years after his death, my aunt is no longer the same woman.
Uncle Bob was diagnosed with end stage renial failure 2 days before Christmas in 2002; only 4 years into their marriage. In his passing five years later, the end for Pimpet's father and my uncle were very similar. A sudden and rapid decline dragged out by false hope over days. Finally in the end it is always best to let them go.
May both their souls know the peace and love of their Saviour they so devotely dedicated their lives to.
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