As I sit here I am at a loss for words. For some moments in life there
are no words. I've prayed to God for answers and healing but that isn't
what is in his plans. A little over a year ago I found out a close
friend was actually blood, my uncle. We had worked a lot together on
the farms but we were both unaware we were kin and in fact he was my
uncle. My mother and him shared the same father, and neither was aware
until they were both grown adults. I helped them meet for the first
time, since I obviously knew my mother and knew him well. Their bond
became so strong and ours grew even stronger over the last year. It’s
sad but the Uncles I grew up with and looked up to really have nothing
to do with me much now other than one Love Ya Monty. But my new found
family was closer than any of them and he called on a weekly basis and
helped me like none other, hauling cattle, working cattle, moving
cattle, and even feeding cattle when it was needed. Over the last
month he began telling me his sinuses were acting up and that he had
taken every drug under the sun to try and help but it wasn't. It
gradually got worse and he couldn't sleep and had a terrible migraine
all the time. But this didn't slow him down from feeding cows twice a
day and coming to help me out. He did finally go to the doctor and was
diagnosed with Pneumonia and began treatment, it helped but still didn't
cure his problem. Two Sundays ago I got a call at about 6:30AM and it
was him saying he was in the hospital that he couldn't take it anymore.
He was admitted for a severe case of Pneumonia and was to undergo
treatment to help him get better. He kept telling me I'll be back out
there to feed in a few days, this shit ain't gonna kill me I'm to
ornery. A week later and he was still there and the news came that a
mass had been found on his lung. He was then transferred to Ruby
Memorial where the prognosis was what I had feared CANCER. But
reassurance that it wasn't bad. My Uncles condition deteriorated faster
than I have ever seen and the last resort was to place him on life
support and began treatment. We prayed to God and asked for his healing
hands to help us and my Uncle overcome this obstacle. He had different
plans and we were notified the cancer was a very aggressive type that
had consumed his body, and treatment was not a viable option at this
point. I try not to ask why because I know it is not for me to
understand but to let my faith be to the higher powers above, but one
cannot help but ask why him? Anyone that knows my uncle knows that he
would give you the shirt right off his back ten times over if he knew it
would help you. To sit and think ten days ago he shook my hand and
said Thank You for simply helping him out, we were feeding cows ten days
ago, living the dream we both envied. Our family losing a member we yet
just met, but I believe it was Gods fate that put that path before us
to make sure we all knew. As I sit here the family is gathering to say
their final goodbyes as the choice has been handed to discontinue the
machines. I made the choice to stay here on the farms and remember my
uncle as a strong willed, funny caring man that loved me and the last
handshake that consumed my grip and a bond that tied our love like a
solid knot. I know for certain that we never lose the people we love,
even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and
decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our
memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched
by having shared their love, happiness, and joy. Believe in Angels.
They express themselves in many ways, a dream, a whisper, coincidence an
overpowering feeling. Even on your darkest days there is an angel by
your side to guide you along the way. We love you Bimbo. I ask you all
to pray for my Mother Angela Dunbrack Wilfong and the rest of our family
as we follow the path God has laid before us. A path none have chosen
but a path we trust is the choice of God.
Dear Heavenly Father,
with heavy hearts we come to you. Thank you for the comfort we find in
your presence. Through the Holy Spirit we know your presence is with us.
Send us your peace Lord; the peace that passes all understanding. Don’t
let us waiver and doubt. Give us a faith that is everlasting. We
release our lives into your hands. As we wait and watch, we know Lord
that none of us will escape this journey through death. Teach us how to
embrace it with faith. Give us strength to hold up those who are
stepping closer to seeing you face to face. Take away the fear in the
heart of our loved one who will soon see you; let them find peace in
your grace, comfort in your love, and strength in Your mighty power over
death. Comfort us as our grief seems to overpower us. In Jesus name
AMEN! Written by: Ben Wilfong (nephew)
