Beth writes:
I thank our heavenly Father for my earthly father,
James L. Stamberger, who was called home to heaven on Monday, Feb. 6,
2012. It had been only eleven weeks prior that he first went to his
family physician that eventually led to the diagnosis of brain cancer.
My two youngest and I were able to spend seven precious days with him
and were there the day he passed away. Even my hubby and two oldest
children were able to join us on the Stamberger farm for a wonderful
time with Dad/Grandpa the weekend before he died. Life during that week
with him at home slowed down to a snail’s pace as I soaked in every
minute of being his caretaker. He struggled with walking and needed step
by step instruction to what he was doing at the present time, but yet
could eat, sleep, and carry on a conversation so well. His sweet,
appreciative disposition and witty attitude helped the rest of us to get
through some tough days. We talked religion, politics, family and
church history, laughed and cried together. He fulfilled his role as
father so well in that he continued teaching little life lessons and
giving us advice up until the end. When I think of my dad’s love for his
family, I can’t help but feel overwhelmed with how much our Father in
heaven must love us as His dear children to sacrifice His own Son in our
place.
It was only on that Monday, the 6th,
that he woke with excruciating pain from headaches. He eventually
became nonresponsive and appeared to be able to sleep. We had him
transported to the local hospital for a CT scan due to the abrupt change
from the night before. The scan showed profuse swelling that was
cutting off the flow of blood to his brain. He died there in the ER room
with my mom, siblings and me, his sister and brother-in-law, and pastor
at his bedside. We had the privilege of reciting the Lord’s Prayer,
Creed, Psalms, and singing hymns together before the angels carried him
home to be with Jesus. Looking back on it now, I see how gracious and
merciful our God is in all that he spared my dad (and mom, too). Dad
was to start radiation treatments on the day he passed away. We were all
so worried what the treatments might do to him. But my dad’s days were
beautifully orchestrated by God’s hand and I thank Him for the comfort
that brings. I miss my dad so much and can hear his voice throughout the
day and all that we shared together. What comfort Christ’s victory over
sin, death, and the devil gives us as we look forward to one day
joining our loved ones in heaven!