It was five years ago Friday that I received the worst call of my life.

It was five years ago Friday that I received the worst call of my life.

Actually, I didn’t even get the call, I let it go to voicemail because I was trying to purchase something for my new granddaughter Caitlin.

The call was from my brother Brad letting me know I needed to get home because dad had a heart attack and it didn’t sound good... my heart almost stopped too.

If you’ve read my column over the years, you may recall that one. I almost lost my mom that same day too. As she was in the hallway next to the emergency room where they were frantically working on Dad, Mom’s heart could not handle the stress of what was happening before her eyes.

She went down in the hospital hallway with chest pains and was unable to catch her breath.

Can you imagine being a child of these two and thinking you were going to lose them both in one fell swoop?

To this day I cannot imagine how my brothers Larry and Brad along with my sister-in-law Tammy coped with the situation.

The week literally was a week from hell.

One I would never wish upon my worst enemy.

When someone tells you time heals all wounds, I’m not sure they have lived through such a loss. What they really mean to say is time will help, but it will never get rid of the pain from the loss of someone dear to you.

For some unknown reason as I was puttering around my apartment last Saturday, the realization came to me that it was coming up on five years since that horrible day.

While Dad is never far from my thoughts and the fact that I miss him terribly, I wouldn’t wish him away from Heaven even for a second. But Sunday afternoon my selfish self wanted him back more than words and tears could convey.

Just for one more hug, the unsaid goodbye and I love you, to hear his laugh and just feel his arms holding me... but it just wasn’t meant to be.

My saving grace is knowing one day I will see him again in Heaven. I will run into his arms and tell him how much I missed him and there will never again be an unspoken “I love you Dad.”

Even though I’ve had numerous conversation with him, they just aren’t the same.

Time does help to mend a broken heart, but it never totally erases the pain. Faith and trust in God brings a calming sense of peace knowing Dad is where he is and that’s a place I would never want him to leave, not even for a second.

Thought for the week: but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint. Isaiah 40:31 NIV