My dad

Let me begin by saying that I absolutely love my parents. They are both amazing people, and I am truly blessed to have them in my life. This last week was one of the most difficult weeks for them. I thank God that they are godly people, and they rely on Him to take care of them, because He sure has.

Part 1 – The House. Earlier this month, my parents sold their house. Almost a year a go, they bought a new house in Missouri. They got a sweet deal on it. But now the old house is gone. This is the house that I grew up in. To me, this is the ONLY house they ever had (even though it was their second house after I was born). The deal was supposed to be finished at the end of the month, and then my parents would move out of it then.

Well, the deal with the new owners went much quicker than anticipated, and my parents had to be out by Tuesday, July 3 (only two weeks after the buyers started the process). My dad hadn’t anticipated it to move so quickly, so he hadn’t placed his two week notice at his job yet. That changes a few things, since they can’t just leave town the day they move out. So they ended up making arrangements to stay with my sister until July 16. They frantically began packing what little they still had at the house (most of it had already been moved to their new house in Missouri) to be out on July 3rd. A few things took place, and they ended up not having to be out until July 5th (Thursday)

Part 2 – The Unexpected. On the day that my parents were originally supposed to be out, my dad was getting ready to go to work, when he became very sick very suddenly. My mom found him passed out in the bathroom, and immediately called 911. He was rushed to the emergency room, and they ran some tests to discover that he had a bleeding ulcer. He has been under a lot of stress at his job, and the anxiousness of selling their old house only adds to it. He finally went home yesterday (July 6th), with instructions to rest for about a week.

Part 3 – Conclusion. So with them having to be out of the house this week, and then my dad being in the hospital, it was a pretty crazy week, especially for them. On top of that, the 4th of July holiday fell right smack in the middle of all of this. Of all the times that this could have happened, it was the week they had to move out. Once again, I thank god that my parents are godly, for only He could give them strength to go through all of this.

My dad spent his first of the last two weeks at work in the hospital, then his last week at my sister’s. So his final two weeks he won’t even be there. They fly out on July 16, to arrive at their new home.