Three Months Ago today

It has been exactly 12 weeks since the start of the roller coaster Mom and I have been on called "AVM burst."

My family and I would like to thank all of you who have read this blog and have left comments to encourage us and Mr. Steve. I would like to thank those who made it out for the funeral and/or viewing last week. It was such a testimony to see all of the people impacted by my father's life. He was a great man, he left a legacy. I am proud to call him my dad. I said at the funeral, I loved my father, but I also liked him a lot. He was the best man I ever knew.

There are a lot of people in the world that never get to meet their parents. Some children have terrible parents that they run away from. There are some that have good parents that watch them get married and have children of their own become successful and get old. And then they bury their parents.

But then there are a few of us who end up burying our parents for one reason or another when we are just starting out in life. I never thought I would say my life hasn't begun and I'm already through college. I thought in college that my life began and was now over because those were supposed to be the best years of my life.

I am not saying that they were terrible or that they were the best years of my life but they were a time where my father was alive. I am thankful that my father saw me graduate from college. I'm glad he saw his daughter do something he himself did not do.

I am thankful for all the disagreements we had before, during and after college. I am glad my father loved me that he cared about me. He was proud of me, I know that.

My wish now isn't a regret that I have; but a request I now have. All I want to do is talk to him. I'm not sure what I would say or if I would say anything. I want to give him a big hug and tell him I love him.

My father was not scared on his deathbed. He was not worried about the future of his family that he would not see. My dad had the clarity of mind to tell his son, "take care of your mom." He had the right mind to ask for me "where is my daughter," and hold my face and call me "precious."

What I will think about for years to come is what my father said over and over the last night of his life. It was when mom and I stayed with him at the hospital. He said "Its OK girls, I'll be fine."

I know that you were touched by my father's life in some way or fashion. If you have a story or a memory of my father, please email me your story (kimberlydeichert@yahoo.com). I will be compiling a lot of things about my dad over the next few weeks and months. I want people to know (his grandchildren) what their grandfather was all about.

Thank you to all of you who have read this blog even in its smallest part or if you have stayed with us over the long hall and read its entirety. Mom and I would agree that this helped not only you, but us as well. Some day I will look back and read all of the entries but that's not today.

Thank you all Sandy Covers that came up for the funeral it was great to see you there! Mr. Steve would have been very emotional have known you would come up for it! Mom and I will try to put something together so we can all reunite under better circumstances.

Again, thank you for your continued prayer support. Mom and I will need it these next few weeks, and even months and years as we grieve over the loss of a dear friend, father, spouse, etc.

Hopefully in the next week or so I will be posting a video of dad so stay tuned for a few more posts.

And in case you didn't know...there have been over 700 people that have viewed this blog!!!!