Father’s Day, one year ago. We didn’t know then that it would be the last Father’s Day we would get to celebrate with him, and yet it was one of many that he considered borrowed time. He was 91 when this picture was taken. Pretty good for a man that wasn’t supposed to live past 30.
We got the call Saturday night after most of our friends had turned in for the night that he’d gone peacefully in his sleep. Guess it was time to spend Father’s Day with his Heavenly Father.
When he was born, the doctors told his mother to go ahead and say her goodbyes. They informed her that he had a fatal heart condition and there was nothing they could do. As he got older, they warned her not to let him run after the school bus or otherwise exert himself because that would be more than his heart could take.
God had bigger plans for William Hast. That faulty heart was a servant’s heart. He gave his life to ministry serving as a missionary and Puerto Rico and pastor as well as running a plumbing business. His rest is well earned.
He was very dear and will be missed by us all. He had a good long life, and lived each day as if it might be his last. We have known for some time that day was getting close. we celebrate his life and rejoice with him claiming his reward.