The following are lyrics to a song that was sent to me by my best friend my after I lost my daddy last November to Brain Cancer. The song is called One More Step by Lindsay Mccaul:
I still miss you more than the words I don’t have. I am stronger than I thought, but still feel weaker than you. You were always so strong, even until the end. I will never forget October 21, 2014 – – when the Doctor told us the horrible news. I lost it. You, strong as steel, were the calm one. Reassuring me from the very beginning. I stayed with you from that point on. We had conversations so close to heart that they will stay in my heart forever. You told me you were not afraid to die. The first night you told me that you were going to do like the song says and “Have a little talk with Jesus.” You told me that even though you had made mistakes in your lifetime, you had been forgiven and new you would get to see your momma again when you got to Heaven. Over the next 2 weeks and 6 days, we talked about everything, sometimes in silence. Only those with a strong connection to someone can understand what that means. During that time – I kept my Faith. Even though my heart was tearing to shreds to the point that I physically could not breathe at times, I still had hope. I still prayed that God would not make you suffer and just take you to Heaven. I still had Faith that I would see you again one day. I believed. I believed – until I lost him. I lost him. My Faith was now shattered. What if Heaven was not real? What if I don’t get to see him again? What if all of this ‘Heaven talk’ was not true, but just something to ‘get us through’ the hardest time? About a week or so after Daddy died, I remember asking my husband and best friend those very questions. Both of them did their best to try to comfort me, tried to say the right things, but it wasn’t enough. That night I went to sleep and I had a dream. Daddy was sitting on a bench outside of Heaven. The sky was as blue and white as you can imagine. He told me “I am here. I made it. I hear everything you are saying and everything you are not saying. It is real Punk (he called me Punk, short for punkin’ all of my life). Don’t you worry, everything is going to be alright. I am still here for you and you can talk to me anytime. I love you Punk’ WOW! I still get chills thinking about that night. I remember waking my husband up at 3 a.m. to tell him how incredible and how real it was. He held me tight as I cried. I asked God to forgive me for doubting, for questioning Him. But He knew. He knows my heart. I have no doubt that Heaven is real and that one day I will get to see my daddy again. I know where I want my last step to be…….