As I waited for my departure flight from Denver to Provo
on the afternoon of October 25, 2012, I took this picture.
|Denver Airport - October 25, 2012|
I did not know that my Dad was silently waiting for my return and the arrival of my sister, Carolyn, and my brother, Ray. Suffering from major brain trauma from a fall at home, he lingered in a state of unconsciousness.
Shortly after I took this picture, I received the news that my dad had fallen and he would not recover.
As I silently sobbed with my heart breaking, I prayed for me and my dad - that we would travel safely home to those we love so dearly.
I arrived at Provo Airport and traveled quickly to Utah Valley Regional Medical Center to wait with Dad as family continued to gather.
The next day my Dad finished his mortal journey. As Robert and I left the hospital, we marveled that this sacred place had seen the arrival of our first child, a daughter, thirty-four years earlier. That night long ago, my Mom and Dad traveled from Pleasant Grove to see me and meet their newest grandchild.
|Elizabeth & Grandma Mary|
Salt Lake Airport - 1978
Every girl should be so blessed to have a Dad like mine.