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Was so tired last night, laid in bed and rehashed the last few months of dad's grueling battle and.prayed for what seemed like hours. Hubby is on travel so the house was quiet and still, was just me and God having a long conversation.

The whole time dad was in the hospital I felt like not only was he under attack, but that I was too. Demons trying to get to me thru my father, a nonstop daily assault, He fought until the very end, until God finally reached down and grabbed his hand and pulled him to Heaven. Pain and suffering are no more.

I remain here, the fight continues. The demons will never break me. I prayed for renewed strength and healing, handed it all over to God and when I woke up this morning with the sun, at 5:55, I was filled with energy, peace and calm, Thanked God for a renewed spirit and went for a hike, It felt fitting, one foot in front of the other. JUST KEEP GOING.

Saguaros were blooming, seeing them felt like God and my daddy smiling from Heaven

I am saddened to hear your father lost his battle, but I know he is at peace. I lost my father in 2002, and the details are so grim I cannot retell them-the doctors literally murdered him. He was my best friend and to this day I grieve. He is with me each and every day-so much love to you. Grieve as you must-don't allow anyone to tell you how.