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My story is complex, but in the end it all makes
sense. It all happened around the months of approx. april to may of 2007.
My dads brother had "supposedly" gotten rid of the cancer he had previously,
but around april we seen some changes in him that were concerning. Both
my parents were very close to him (more than anyone else on dads side of
the family). So much, that any time he was down or needed something, they
were the first he called. my parents are the most god loving christians
i could ever meet, and their love for god is so intoxicating, that you
cant help but feel the presence of something holy around them. So pretty
soon, my uncle started wanting so spend more time with my dad, and seeming
(in my eyes) very dependent on them. Of coarse i didnt understand why til
later when my parents where explaining a ride to a "checkup" apointment
they had taken him to. He didnt want my dad to go in with him to talk to
the doc. and later my dad understood that his brother was trying to hide
the info that the cancer came back. My uncle wanted to take the long way
home after that, and my dad snapped at him and let him know that he knew
a shorter way home. recently my dad broke down and told me he feels so
guilty now, that he didnt take the long way. He told me,"if i would have
just known, i would have taken him anywhere he wanted to go, no matter
how long it took to get back..if i could have.....". Time went by and his
condition got worse. the family faught over who got to care for him, trying
to control him and keep a close eye on him. No matter where he went, he
always called my dad a few days later asking him to pick him up and take
him to my dads house. Even HE could feel the love of jesus in thier home
and that was where he felt the most peace and love. as time drew on, my
uncle started making preparations for his death and funeral with my mother.
he told her to promise that she would fullfil his wishes. she promised.
here are a few of his wishes:
1.He wanted to pass away in my parents home,
with my dad. (those two men had more love for one another, than any sibling
i have witnessed...he was my dads baby brother..my dad took on the honor
of acting the father role, since their dad passed away before i was born.)
2. He wanted it to just be my mom, dad, my brother,
me, his 2 sons, and his wife(that the family didnt care for) and step kids
there when he passed and the time up til.
3.He wanted to be creamated and his ashes spread
on his fathers grave (his boys ended up keeping half and did his wishes
with the other)
4. He wanted me to sing "in the garden" at the
gravesite(to this day, i feel guilty cause i could only sing the first
line and my dad had to help me get through the rest)
Of coarse there was more, but i forgot the rest
(i was days from the due date of my youngest daughter).
About 2 days before he died(he was in a coma
like state at this point), my dad was in the garage working on something
(my mom broke her word on keeping it just us, she respected my dads family
and let them come to show their love and there was so many people in their
home it was smothering), and he heard his cell phone ringing so he looked
at it, and it said that his brother (the one dying) was calling him. he
picked it up but noone was there. He ran in the house and was asking all
of us where robert was and where his phone was. Noone knew where his phone
was, but he was in the front room on the couch. come to find out, his cell
was next to the couch and noone had touched it. all had left it in the
same spot my dad put it. Then, later (not sure on timeframes), my dad was
alone and he heard my uncle robert call him "Russ...RUSS...i need you".
So he automatically went to my mom and asked if uncle robert had talked.
my mother told him..no. My dad bent down and got in his ear and told him
to squeeze his hand if he was trying to get my dad to come to him, if he
needed him. He squeezed his hand. still unconcious. the most wonderful
moments in the end though was:
1. the night before he died, the whole family
sat around him in the living room and sang gospel songs and songs he loved.
durring the words (of a gospel song), "Precious Lord, take my hands, lead
me on, help me stand, i am weak, i am tired, i am worn", My uncle,
still in a coma, RAISED HIS HANDS, waiting for the lord to take them and
lead him home. (it was ironic and amazing to all of us and we all immediately
started to bawl, cause he used to be a christian and went down a dark path,
but at that moment, we knew he found his faith).
2. Later that night, he was nearing his "time",
and had NO strenght left in him. He had his 2 boys with him by his side.
out of somewhere deep inside him, he woke up, stood in front of his sons,
and hugged them both at the same time and squeezed them with whatever life
he had left. he hugged them in a way that told them that he loved them
and that he wanted them to love each other. then he kissed them, layed
down, and went to jesus.
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