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?