“Take my hand precious Lord lead me home”

My daddy died.
I feel like inside I’m screaming and the words do not come out. I still can’t believe it’s real as I’m writing this. As I’ve went with my brother to see my daddy at the morgue. As I looked at his discolored face and ears, as I laid my head on his chest. As my tears fell and would not stop falling. As I listened to his recording of Amazing Grace over and over hoping his voice would make him real again.
It did not seem real.
As I listened to the lady talk about packages, burial options, this is more - do you want him this way or that way. What’s his name - who is surviving. 
Surviving I wondered. Is this what you call it? I am surviving? My daddy was the one who died. He laid in his yard overnight until he was found. He died.
Hes truly dead and it doesn’t seem real. 
Daniel Ervin Gerber the lady wrote down and I couldn’t see through my tears. My daddy, a strong man who was never supposed to die. He died working on his truck. He died. 
He had sudden cardiac arrest and died peacefully. Is death peaceful? None of this feels peaceful. When I went to see where my daddy laid, all night, alone I laid down. In the spot my daddy died and I cried. 
“Daddy show me your here, please” I felt his hand brush my cheek and it felt ok for two seconds then the bug flew away. 
I am surviving yes. My brothers and sisters are surviving. My daddy didn’t survive. 

I need help, to bury my daddy. To help lead his body home. Please take my hand - friends - those of you who understand the amount of funeral expenses along with everything else. 
Daddy didn’t have insurance - he lived a simple life and nothing seems simple now. Everything seems overwhelmingly expensive and terribly painful. So I ask, humbly if you would please help us bury our daddy, my daddy. 

Take le my hand precious friends - my Daddy’s went home!


Daddy will be at  Manakee Funeral home in Elizabethtown, Ky. 
Donations can be made to the funeral home directly.