My brother, my son!
Pa Ngo, where do I start. I carried you on my back as a baby and have carried you in my heart since you became a man. Linda finally got to see my tears when we drove back from Clinique St. Hilaire that Thursday pm. You did it man!
The boys asked me tough questions and Mama’s devastated. Well, everyone really. We are all in pains due to this physical separation. How we prayed, how we stood together at the feet of the cross of our savior for a miracle and yes it did come, just not how we wanted.
That Wednesday when I left the hospital, God put a burden in my heart. I didn’t know what was going on inside but I was super restless. When I got down on my knees, my tears didn’t stop. Oh how sweet what happened next, you boldly received Jésus as your Lord and Savior confessing your sins. Your Father had set everything for you already Pa Ngo. The carpets were rolled before you. If only I knew that, that Thursday afternoon was going to be our last together on this side of eternity, alas! You were strong to the last moment and I am glad that when you breathed your last, the Angels were there to help guide you home.
All praise and glory to Jesus for saving His son! Pa Ngo, one day we’ll be together by the grace of God.