What's been happening lately in my life?
It’s close to Father’s Day. And it will be my father’s last. He isn’t doing his 50 pushups as he did a few weeks ago. He’s not praying in the middle of the night. And he’s not figuring out the stock market either.
Instead, he moans. Sometimes he has a sense of humor. Sometimes he speaks garbled words. Sometimes he recalls details of his childhood.
That’s what he does now because at 91, He’s reaching the end of his life.
I sit beside his hospital bed, leaning on the metal railing, a reminder of the coldness of life’s end. In silence, I listen to his requests, strange at times. Some of his sentences make no sense. Some of his words struggle to get out.
But what makes sense is God’s plan. His will for me to let go of someone who took care of his family. I’m about to say good-bye to a man who embraced courage and faith-filled boldness.
Decades ago, he made the choice to legally move the family to the U.S. He endured pain, humiliation and hardship. And he displayed tenacity, faith and wisdom.
But though he had imperfections, he fulfilled his dream. He brought my Mom, my brother and me out of Bolivia. “I wanted a better life for you,” he said.
And as we transitioned from Bolivia to the U.S. we did and still do have a better life with more opportunities, more prosperity and deeper hope of reaching higher heights.
But now there is another more profound transition: from the threshold of physical death to the place of joy, empty of tears, free from hardships, and filled with unspeakable joy.
I think I will cry when he parts. But my tears will be of my longing to be also where he’s going. God will dry those tears reminding me of the mansion God prepared. The promise He made. And the reassurance of which He spoke.
In that promise He described a better life, a greater joy, and a sweeter delight.
That’s why tears will flow when my father leaves this earth. But joy will rule knowing where he’s going.