I have admired and respected Rebeca Seitz for several years. This blog post is so profound and necessary I couldn’t not reblog it. As a pastor, I am tasked to comfort families at the death of loved ones. It’s not always easy and sometimes I do play the heaven card too soon and too easily. I’m keeping a copy of this post as a reminder to myself and an encouragement to those I serve. Read and share.
On Saturday, July 30, 2016, at 11:33am, my fantastic father-in-love James D. Seitz finished his battle with Parkinson’s Disease. He was 82 years old. I loved him dearly. I am not loving something about the response to his death, so I’m writing.
Three years ago, the Hubs and I moved the kiddos down to Naples to help out with Jim’s care. He and Grace allowed us the honor of being a real part of this journey and, while I won’t lie and say it was anywhere in the same ballpark as easy, I’m glad we did. I’m happy we got that time with him, that my kiddos know the amazing grandfather they had, that my mother-in-love and I grew closer as we cared for the love of her life, the man she was married to for 55 years.
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