There is something so tragic, yet so beautiful, about watching a loved one pass away.
Tragic in that I am selfish and want to keep my family around forever. Tragic in that my Nana lost a child, my Dad, uncles and aunt lost a brother and my cousins lost a dad and grandpa. Tragic in that he hurt for so long and was never really fully able to take care of himself how he needed to.
But oh so beautiful. To know that a prayer of repentance was prayed. To know that he is no longer suffering. To be privileged enough to be there when he took his last breath.
I will forever cherish the memories of every crazy, funny, embarrassing thing he ever said to me. All of the 5 am phone calls to my dad while I was growing up, I'd gladly wake up to them again. And not even gripe. I would go visit more, and stay longer. I would tell him "I love you. Mean it!".
Today my heart is broken for my baby cousins who will not have their Papa there when they graduate high school. I hurt for the rest of us, that just want another day with him.
Today I rejoice, because I serve a gracious God and now I know Ricky is basking in his presence as I type this.
Ricky Lynn McCurrie, thank you for being you. Thank you for loving us in your own way. Thank you for all of the good times. Thank you for allowing me to witness you take your last breath on this earth and your first glance at Heaven. I am beyond honored. Love you, mean it.
Rest in peace, Uncle.
11-16-63 - 9-29-15
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