Lisa. I need you to pay attention to what I am telling you. I had a conversation with God and He told me that the time will be coming soon when I will be moving off the scene. I need you to agree to do something for me. It is a great responsibility but I know that God will give you the strength to do what is necessary.”
What is Daddy talking about? What does he mean a conversation with God? I DO NOT WANT TO HAVE THIS CONVERSATION WITH HIM!!! Clearing my throat while making a pitiful attempt to seem distracted I speak.
“Dad you know that I will do whatever you ask me to do but I am not ready for this conversation. Maybe you need to have this conversation with John or Maddie. Yeah, talk to them.”
Looking less than pleased at my answer, Dad responded.
“Lisa. Sit still and listen to me!”
Oh man! I did it now. Sitting still and looking him square in the eyes, I knew that this was not a conversation to brush off.
“Your mother is going to need you to take care of her after I pass. I know that this is a big commitment but I KNOW that you can do this. You are the only one that can. The Lord has told me that I have 3 years left and I will be preparing you over the next three years for this task should you accept it.”
SHOULD I ACCEPT IT???? LIKE I CAN SAY NO TO THIS!!!! OH MY GOD. THIS IS SOOOO NOT HAPPENING TO ME!!!! I cant speak.
“You will need to know where all the important papers are for medical, life, and burial benefits. Leave the lighter things to your mother like picking out my burial outfit but you make the program with your mother. You know what to do which is why YOU have to do this.”
I have to do this? I thought I had a choice. Stupid, you know that there is no way out of this.
“Dad, WHY ME??? How? I mean . . . what am I. . . I can’t handle this. I CAN’T HANDLE THIS!!!”
Rising to leave the room, I am a wet mess. Tears and snot flowing everywhere. Dad touches my hand.
“Lisa. I know that this will be a heavy burden to bear but YOU have to do this. Also, I must ask something else of you that only God can help you do.”
What are you talking about. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONLY GOD CAN HELP ME DO? THERE IS MORE?????
I can’t speak. I only look at Dad.
“You can’t tell anyone about this conversation until after I have passed. NO ONE! Especially your mother.”
YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!!
To be continued . . .