Almost 2 months ago, my Christian, MAGA 82-year-old Dad had a major heart attack. They had to revive him with paddles 7 times during the stent procedure.

He had served in the Air Force in his younger years, so had been going to the VA starting about 10 years ago for various minor issues, but was generally healthy. About 6 years ago, he said he would never go back to the VA because it was a disgusting and heartless place. He would wait 2 months for an appointment and they would cancel it the day before.

Late last year, he started having bouts of what he thought was gout, and after reiterating the VA changes made by President Trump, he agreed to return. He told me that the difference was incredible, and that if he hadn't already supported President Trump, it would have been enough to change his mind. Personally, I believe that gave me another year with my dad.

When he had his heart attack, he was first taken to a regional hospital as part of CHOICE.

Yesterday, I spoke with him and he was in pain for the first time since his procedure. He's always upbeat and laughing, but he was pretty quiet. We talked about the state of things and, of course, he knew that our President was still our President and that pretty soon everyone would have to acknowledge it.

He knew his time was close because he started talking about how good it will be to not have pain and the limitations of his current body. I knew this meant his death was imminent. He told me to decide what would be done with his possessions and finances. I asked him what kind of bills he had that would need to be paid, and he said, "I don't owe a dime to anyone."

I figured he was just forgetting about his recent healthcare issues and asked about the hospital costs, and he said, "None. Thanks to President Trump, I don't owe a single dime."

So, this morning, although I'm blue about not being able to have our calls and not hearing his ever-present encouragement, I know he is not in pain, is free of these worldly woes, heading into the arms of Jesus, and understood until the very end how critical this fight is!

If you feel like you're losing steam, stay the line, like my 82-year-old dad! God Bless!

P.S. Forgot to add that today, the day my dad passed, is the exact day my Mom passed six years ago! That's some God-level stuff right there!