Bob Dunbar. Dad. Husband. Hero. {part 1}

Ahh, beautiful friends. Do you remember what you were doing this time last year? I do. I was just living life and having fun. I was hanging out with my best friend Britney like every other night. Not a care in the world. Life was just something I was living and not really valuing. I always heard “this life passes so quickly.” “live life to the fullest.” “you never know when it’s your last day.” ALL of these things are so true. I think they are hard to comprehend until you have a personal experience. Let me tell you about my personal experience.

{This will be a 2-part post - one tonight & another one tomorrow.}

Sitting here in tears as I type I wish I could rewind time and go back. Do you ever feel like that? I guess that’s why life is fragile, special, & fast. We never appreciate our parents – we always think they are so overprotective & out to ruin our lives. They give us rules to follow, point us in the right direction, & train us in the way they see to be correct. We never realize these things are helpful and not hurtful until we are older. We understand the world a little better and see why they were trying to protect us for the first years of our lives. They really weren’t just trying to ruin it.

February 1st will always hold a special place in my heart. It’s the beginning of the “love month”, it’s one month closer to summer lol, & it’s the month that you never know how many days it has. But, most importantly, February 1st is the day that my dad went home to the One he loved so much. The One he lived his life for. The One he so longed to meet. The One who he trusted with his whole life. Jesus Christ.

 February 1, 2015. It was a Sunday and dad was out shoveling the snow so that we could all get out of the drive way for church. It was around 10am and I was downstairs talking to mom. I went up to get in the shower. I got out and Margaret (my younger sister) came running into the bathroom yelling, “Emma! Emma! Dad just fell and he is NOT breathing!!” I ran into my room, threw on my coat and boots, and ran downstairs to find my youngest brother sitting on the couch in a daze. I ran outside and turned the corner around my mom’s truck & I will never forget what I saw. I saw my mom kneeling on the snow covered ground in a t-shirt and sweatpants, holding my dad’s head, & screaming her prayer to God. {Seeing dad lay there so helplessly, gasping for air was something that I will never forget. I never saw my dad in a situation where he was desperate for help.} Margaret ran across the street to get the police officer to see if he could help. One of my brothers was calling 911. I was calling my older sister and brother-in-law to come over to the house right now. Mr. Young was performing CPR on dad and mom was screaming, “No honey, stay with me! The ambulance is on its way!”

Dad took a couple more breaths before the ambulance arrived. They came up and wanted to bring dad in the house to get him warm. They laid him on our kitchen floor and worked on him for about an hour. We were all aimlessly walking around the house praying to God not to take our dad from us this suddenly. You could hear them shocking his heart and trying to restart it. I couldn’t help but think, “this is all a dream. There’s no way this is happening to us right now.” But no, it was real life. It was a part of life that nobody wants to go through. After the hour was up a police officer said, “can I have everyone in the front room please?” I will never, ever forget the devastating, heartbreaking, crushing words that came out of his mouth. Informing us that our dad had passed through this life & went on to heaven. “WHAT? NO! PLEASE!” From that moment on my life has never been {nor will it ever be} the same.

 Tomorrow will be one year that my dad has lived in the presence of Jesus every day. That he has rejoiced with the other angels. That he finally got what he was waiting for for so long…eternal life. Eternal life with Jesus. This past year has gone fast and slow at the same time. Dad was the glue that held our family together. He did EVERYTHING for us. He took such good care of the family he choose to have. He worked his whole life and never stopped. He never missed a sports game, piano recital, or event at school. He was one in a million.

I have learned to appreciate life and how fragile it is a little more. I think one thing that changed me was how amazing it is to think about heaven. When other people have passed you think “ahh so sad. I feel bad for their family.” But when dad passed I pictured him entering the gates of heaven and what it had to of been like for him. How real it actually is & not just something I read about in the Bible. Your life is passing you quickly even though it doesn’t seem like it. Every day is a gift and you NEVER know when your last breath will come out of you.

I pray for all of you. I pray that you know Jesus in a personal way. I do not want any of you to have eternal life in Hell. It is a real place & full of so much evil. Satan is the one who makes your life miserable, who makes you self-conscience, who destroys friendships and relationships, who wants you to burn forever and ever in his pit. Don’t go down that path. I beg of you to open your bibles, read about God, understand all the things he has done and continues to do for you, & to put your faith and trust in Him. Give him your WHOLE life & your WHOLE heart. Love Him more than anything in this world. & know that he gave His one and only Son to be crucified on a cross for YOU & ME. Just love Him people. Please.

If you don’t know Jesus but want to CONTACT ME PLEASE!! Even if I don’t know how to answer your questions I know plenty of people who do.!

I love you all.