When Libby Says Goodbye to Her Father
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the machines. Libby sat beside her father’s hospital bed, holding his hand, her fingers wrapped around his weathered, calloused skin—the same hands that once carried her on his shoulders, that wiped her tears when she was little, that worked tirelessly to give her a better life.
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She had always known this day would come, but nothing could prepare her for it.
Kountry Wayne often talks about love, faith, and the strength of family, and for Libby, her father had been the foundation of it all. He was the man who had taught her how to stand tall, to trust in God even when life felt unfair. And now, she had to say goodbye.
Her father’s breathing was shallow, his eyes fluttering open just enough to see her. A weak smile formed on his lips. “Baby girl,” he whispered.
Tears welled in Libby’s eyes, but she smiled back. She refused to let sorrow steal these last moments. “I’m here, Daddy.”
He gave a slow nod, as if he already knew. As if he had been waiting for her.
“I’m proud of you,” he murmured, his voice faint but filled with certainty. “You hear me?”
Libby bit her lip, nodding. “I hear you, Daddy.” Her voice cracked, but she held it together, just like he had always taught her.
She wanted to say so much—to thank him for everything, to tell him she wasn’t ready, to beg him to stay. But she knew he had already fought as long as he could. So instead, she leaned closer and whispered, “You can rest now. I got it from here.”
A tear slipped down his cheek, and for the first time in her life, Libby saw her father not as the invincible man she had always believed him to be, but as a soul ready to go home.
With one last breath, he closed his eyes, and just like that, he was gone.
Libby let out a soft sob, pressing his hand to her forehead. She had lost her father, but she hadn’t lost his love—it was in every lesson, every sacrifice, every memory. And as she sat there, grieving yet grateful, she knew one thing for certain.
She would carry his legacy forward. Just like he would have wanted.
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