I'm one of those girls too! My Daddy died because of meth. He was type 1 diabetic and knew he was dying, told my step mom to leave him alone because he was dying. My step mom didn't call an ambulance because she was high along with him and didn't want to get in trouble. I hated her almost all my life because he cheated on my Mom with her and would take me and my little brother on his excursions... but in the last few years I've forgiven her and we're now Facebook friends. I'm almost the same age he was when he died (39). It's so crazy to know that he died 24 years ago, in July. July is a difficult month for me but God gave me our 3rd son, Skyler, July 11th, a 7/11 baby 👶, and boyyy does that boy go 24/7!
I’m so sorry for the childhood you had. I can’t imagine the pain and suffering you went through. God bless you for sharing your story. I’ll be praying for your relationship with your mother❤️❤️
Thank you so much! I've still been reluctant to get close to her because she is still in that lifestyle, but I know that she knows Jesus. I just don't know if she follows Him.
I have several good memories with my Dad, most of which being spent with him in his mechanic shop. We built racecars and I basically grew up at the race track with him. Those are my most fond memories with him. He came from a Mormon upbringing but, Praise God, Jesus found him and he was baptized. When he told the Mormon church, they banned him from all their facilities and temple grounds.
After that is when he started cheating on my Mom.
When he married her, I refused to go to their wedding. It broke his heart, but I believe he knew my heart and the reason I didn't go.
Later in their marriage, my little brother overheard them talking about stealing us and moving us to Wichita Kansas. To which my brother told our Mom and when she'd found out, she contacted her lawyer and the judge granted her permission to move us to my Grandparents house in Bixby Oklahoma. We used to live in Bentonville Arkansas.
My Mom woke us up in the middle of the night in February 1998, giving us a huge black trash bag, telling us to throw everything we could in them, that we had to go to our Grandparents house. So, after that initial move, we had to decide who we wanted to live with, and I decided to live with my Mom because I knew what he did was wrong, but my little brother was a Daddy's boy and chose to live with them. We had to swap on every other weekend.
The last weekend I was supposed to go to his house, I refused because I had nearly drowned in a huge flood we had out in Hectorville, South of Bixby. After I was rescued, by The Hanson's dad (the Mmmbop boys), my Mom tried to call my Dad and he didn't answer the call, so I was offended.
That weekend I was supposed to be with him, was when he died.
I believe God spared me the devastation of how that could've played out with me being there.
I beat myself up for the longest time, thinking I could've somehow saved his life.
Not long ago, amongst all the papers my Uncle was going through after my Grandma passed away, he found a note my Dad had left me that weekend I didn't go. It said something to the effect of, "I can't believe you wouldn't even come outside to see me, but I still love you. Love your Daddy Bill.
I found out years after his passing, by my Dad's Mom, that he'd been planning to leave my step mom and reconcile with my Mom, so I believe that God spoke to him in his last days, and that he ultimately repented before he drew his last breath.
I'm one of those girls too! My Daddy died because of meth. He was type 1 diabetic and knew he was dying, told my step mom to leave him alone because he was dying. My step mom didn't call an ambulance because she was high along with him and didn't want to get in trouble. I hated her almost all my life because he cheated on my Mom with her and would take me and my little brother on his excursions... but in the last few years I've forgiven her and we're now Facebook friends. I'm almost the same age he was when he died (39). It's so crazy to know that he died 24 years ago, in July. July is a difficult month for me but God gave me our 3rd son, Skyler, July 11th, a 7/11 baby 👶, and boyyy does that boy go 24/7!
I’m so sorry for the childhood you had. I can’t imagine the pain and suffering you went through. God bless you for sharing your story. I’ll be praying for your relationship with your mother❤️❤️
Thank you so much! I've still been reluctant to get close to her because she is still in that lifestyle, but I know that she knows Jesus. I just don't know if she follows Him.
I have several good memories with my Dad, most of which being spent with him in his mechanic shop. We built racecars and I basically grew up at the race track with him. Those are my most fond memories with him. He came from a Mormon upbringing but, Praise God, Jesus found him and he was baptized. When he told the Mormon church, they banned him from all their facilities and temple grounds.
After that is when he started cheating on my Mom.
When he married her, I refused to go to their wedding. It broke his heart, but I believe he knew my heart and the reason I didn't go.
Later in their marriage, my little brother overheard them talking about stealing us and moving us to Wichita Kansas. To which my brother told our Mom and when she'd found out, she contacted her lawyer and the judge granted her permission to move us to my Grandparents house in Bixby Oklahoma. We used to live in Bentonville Arkansas.
My Mom woke us up in the middle of the night in February 1998, giving us a huge black trash bag, telling us to throw everything we could in them, that we had to go to our Grandparents house. So, after that initial move, we had to decide who we wanted to live with, and I decided to live with my Mom because I knew what he did was wrong, but my little brother was a Daddy's boy and chose to live with them. We had to swap on every other weekend.
The last weekend I was supposed to go to his house, I refused because I had nearly drowned in a huge flood we had out in Hectorville, South of Bixby. After I was rescued, by The Hanson's dad (the Mmmbop boys), my Mom tried to call my Dad and he didn't answer the call, so I was offended.
That weekend I was supposed to be with him, was when he died.
I believe God spared me the devastation of how that could've played out with me being there.
I beat myself up for the longest time, thinking I could've somehow saved his life.
Not long ago, amongst all the papers my Uncle was going through after my Grandma passed away, he found a note my Dad had left me that weekend I didn't go. It said something to the effect of, "I can't believe you wouldn't even come outside to see me, but I still love you. Love your Daddy Bill.
I found out years after his passing, by my Dad's Mom, that he'd been planning to leave my step mom and reconcile with my Mom, so I believe that God spoke to him in his last days, and that he ultimately repented before he drew his last breath.