This is a faith walk. Every step I take is by faith. Some steps are harder than others, yet I keep walking. I keep trusting. I keep believing and God is always faithful.
Next Saturday is the Tampa Heart Walk.
This is personal for me.
In 2002, I received a phone call that a daughter never wants to receive, that my mother found my father at the kitchen table, an apparent heart attack. I cried so hard my nose started bleeding and screamed uncontrollably – my kids ran in my room.
As we drove to my parents house I praised and worshipped, I believed God for healing. As we approached the house, I was curious where the ambulance was. I walked in the house and he was sitting at the kitchen table covered with a sheet. He died?
The effects of heart disease have impacted my life for the last 15 years.
My father and I had a relationship I can not define. He was my first love. We were inseparable and no other man will ever love me like he did.
He was always there, even when I wanted to do things on my own.
When I got my first apartment he helped me move in, Postbrook East.
They were the HOOD then and they’re even worse now. My father walked around the apartment and shared with me “blacks didn’t live like this when I was your age.”
He always had a history lesson for me or lecture about my life and decisions, yet he still supported me unconditionally whatever my choice.
When I decided to move to Philly with my boyfriend and dreams of going to art school and working, he never discouraged me.
He never told me the man I was pursuing was a…let’s be nice and say had issues. He would just ask how I was doing. He eventually sent me a Greyhound bus ticket and welcomed me home.
I weighed 132 lbs at 5’10 – I wasn’t doing drugs…I was hungry!
Shortly thereafter, I discovered I was pregnant- who was there?
I could go on but let’s just say I could always count on him, ALWAYS!
He gave me the ultimate example how I should be loved, which is a blessing and a curse. That’s another post lol but they say women marry their fathers which is why I am single and God forbid that my baby girl marries her father! (sorry not sorry).
Anyway, in a day when it is normal for fathers to be absent, I thank God the greatest love I’ve known (outside of Jesus) is the love of my father.
So I said all that to say, I am participating in the Heart Walk in honor of my father and to support the American Heart Association’s mission.
Heart disease is very prevalent and does not discriminate. In participating in this walk I have heard stories of family members, boyfriends, even one person had a heart attack herself. I am amazed by those who share their stories and lend their support.
I have almost reached my goal but still need your support. Please help me by making a donation today.
Thank you for your support ❤️ God bless you!
How have you been impacted by heart disease or stroke? Please share your stories 🙏🏽