Sonia...Cody's Mom

Cody lost his father suddenly on April 19th. He was only 50. My daughter wrote this letter for a blog on her my space:
My Story
I wanted to share my story.

My dad went home on April 19, 2009. He was 50 years young and he will always be missed and loved. He was a wonderful father to me and my brother, a great friend, and a pleasure to anyone who had the opportunity to know him.

This is not a story about the details, this is not a story about my sadness. This is a story about where my strength comes from. When my dad first got sick I constantly prayed for a healing touch. I prayed for him to get better, I prayed for him to wake up. I was at the hospital for almost 3 days, no sleep, no rest, no peace. I decided to take a break and come home to gather my thoughts and I tried to figure out the right path. In my heart I knew that he was never going to be back, but who wants to accept that answer? I didn't know who to turn to, nobody seemed to have the answer I was looking for. I was looking something, searching for something or someone to just help me.

I then turned on a song that brings me through every time. I began to pray, this time I did not pray for healing, I didn't pray for a miracle. This time I was praying for strength. I prayed for 2 days, for the strength to say goodbye. For the strength to know how to let him go. I left after those 2 days to make the hardest decision that my brother and I have ever had to make. We had to make the decision to let him go. When the time came I looked again for strength that I didn't know I had, and it was there. I was able to hold by brother and finally say goodbye.

I am sharing this because sometimes we don't know God's plan, sometimes we are not prepared for what tomorrow holds. We have to understand that sometimes, maybe God needs him a little more than we do. Maybe his gifted hands and strong heart was needed somewhere else. I was not selfish anymore, I accepted that God needed my daddy, who am I to say no?

I still pray for the strength and the peace needed to survive. I know that my dad is looking down and walking with me. His hand on my shoulder and a smile on his face.

So at the end of the day we have to have the strength that we don't know we have. The Lord Gives and The Lord Takes Away, Blessed be The Name Of The Lord.






Here is a poem my daughter wrote for her Brother Cody...

My Brother

Six Foot Tall, skinny as a twig
I would have never thought he'd be this big

I look back now, on the days he was a child.
Cute, little, big eyed and wild

Everyone says he looks just like our dad
I have to agree, but that's not bad

We grew up in a small valley town
Him and his friends were straight up, class clowns.

Questions were asked, would he make it?
People assumed no, but I never doubted it.

School days have since then passed.
Every night now, he passes out; gassed.

When he wakes up. it's a small hell to pay.
This he deals with day by day.

It's not because he's bad or trouble.
"Up and Out, on the double"

Blood, Sweat, and some angry tears.
Enough to last the weak for the rest of their years.

No questions asked, no words said.
20 hours hard labor, 4 hours to bed.

You may ask, What Hell do you speak of?
My Brother has answered the call from above.

My Brother is fighting for your life and mine.
Maybe not today, but definatiley over time.

He took an oath to watch my back.
"COURAGE" he does not lack

My Brother, the US NAVY SAILOR.
His skills have been tailored.

He fights for me, you, everyone.
He will not stop, till his job is done.

I cry, and stand proud as a SAILOR'S SISTER!

My brother: Cody Allen Myles.



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