The Day My Dad Died


     I still remember that night almost as if it just happened. It was late at night and my mom and I were in our beds asleep when the phone rang. It was the hospital calling to inform my mother that my dad had passed in his sleep. I remember not knowing how to feel.


     You have to know that the relationship I had with my father was strenuous, and at times on life support. I was only 12 years old and losing the man I had a love/hate relationship with was hard to deal with. The one thing I do remember is that I didn’t cry over the loss of my father until six months, SIX MONTHS after he passed away. My mother felt we needed a vacation so she took me to Disney World. All it ended up doing instead of making things better it made me feel worse to some degree, because I ended up missing my father more than I ever thought I would.


     This is only one day in my life that would change the course of my life forever. Because after my dad died, oh boy did I rebel. I went pretty far out in left field so to speak. I started smoking cigarettes, and drinking alcohol all before i was really a teenager. I had become a fully functional alcoholic by the time I was 15. You read that right 15. By the time I was twenty years old I had become addicted to marijuana the last day I got high I had smoked and ounce by myself. I had also become a drug dealer to support my habit and a thief. If it wasn’t nailed down and I wanted it I would find a way to get it.


But the story doesn’t end there, there is still hope for me to change and become the man God created for me to be. I will discuss that hope in the next part of the series. On the day I found Jesus.


Question: Have you ever lost a loved one? How did you respond to that loss? 


  1. Laura Hodges Poole

    I’ve lost many loved ones. The hardest was my sister to suicide. Everyone in the family grieved differently, and to some degree, you never stop grieving. God was so faithful to walk with me through this trial. Enjoyed your post.

    1. pmhorneadmin (Post author)

      I am sorry for your loss. And you are right we still continue to grieve long after they are gone. It will be 21 years this Nov 4. And There is hardly a day that goes by I don’t think about my dad. I am glad you enjoyed the post. Check out the rest of the site and I’d love to hear more from you.

      God Bless,

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