The call....

Today started out like any other day. There were errands to run, things to acomplish and lots of busyness. We are getting ready for Honey to come home on R & R. We have plans to meet Mom & Dad Ruska at the beach. They just bought their tickets last night. Only things started to look a little different at dinner time. Mom called and was on her way to the salon. She said she'd call me back after. After the girls and I ate, she called. She said dad was not feeling well and she was nervous. She said he was "tired...tired....tired...he was not responsive to her talking, and was slumped over". She had just called 911. I talked to her all the way to the hosiptal. We were praying and I kept telling her were going to "trust God". Funny how, looking back, I never said that "he would be just fine"....a little weird too. She asked me to make a Red Cross call to Honey. I got off the phone and did just that. A few moments later, I received the dreaded call. Papa had gone to be with Jesus. He had stepped over time, and into eternity with his Lord. Words cannot express my sadness for Mom & Hans. How in the world can I break this news to my beloved, when he is 7,000 miles away? I can't even hug him. I can't console him. All I can do is pray. And "trust God". And so we shall.