John Edward Hark
John Edward Hark
9/22/47 - 4/2/08
Father God tells the End from the Beginning... Isa 46:10
Saturday, April 5, 2008
AA 5580 Flew Home
Friday, April 4, 2008
While celebrating Dad at the house of Scottie Joe Mary his brother Joe, dad's sister Mary and
her son also attended. There was a
separation in the relationships & it
was dad's condition that reunited not
2 but 3 family units (12 people
affected for the good.)
Mary & her son Scottie
Trudi & Sierra w/her arm around her dad
Christy & Cindy w/ Heather (Joe's youngest)
*You can see the Joy is still there... in telling the funeral director that the reason he could see us with joy was because we take our refuge in the LORD. He turned around and said (having plenty of exposure and experience with a Bachelors degree in Funeral Services) that it is usually that way with Believers. That people who don't usually are angry and take that anger out on him, that it's hard for them.
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Sat with Joe & Christy at Schaudt's Funernal Service in Glenpool, answering questions about dad.
What does he like?
Bowling. His average was 189. He traveled with his league, even coached bowling, teaching me how to bowl to where both Christy and I bowled on leagues.
Dad loved softball. You could find him playing in this league too. His Sanguine personality thrived around people. He loved to listen to the San Francisco Giants on AM radio as he drove all around California. He once took us to the Giants Stadium to see, believe it or not, Henry Winkler - Fonzie from Happy Days, play ball there for some special event.
Camping was another hobby of his. We learned how to fish while on one of these many adventures. Must say though, he had to do all the work since we didn't really like touching the worms. He loved to go places, the Sanguine always does, he could just get in the car without any goal and just discover what's there, learn a new route or see something unplanned. He used to let us sit in his lap when we were little girls while he was driving so we could experience or think we were the ones driving the car, it was fun, and mom was there to make sure it all stayed good and safe.
Ever notice how a guy seems to be missing some kind of tool when he wants to go work on something? Building clocks very similar to this one was another hobby of dad's. He loved to take wood glue to clamp pretty pieces of oak together. He'd drill the center hole, stain and clear coat the clock, then set the clock movement in before aligning the numbers. It gave him something to do while he was at home because really the TV was only good for News & Sports.
When a guy gets stuck on a team....good luck! 
His favorite team wasn't these guys here but it was the SAN FRANCISCO 49er's... just try to buy him a hat from another team, no matter how nice it is, he won't wear it. He is faithful to his team! And he had no problem in letting you know. He was very good at keeping stats. He loved sports whole heartedly, able to keep up with many different fields. He was very good with facts.Wednesday, April 2, 2008
Called Christy at 7:47am. Dad was on the 7th floor at St. John's. There was no brain activity. No responses. Blood pressure & pulse are going but he is being given a higher dose of medicine than what is allowed to keep him alive. He flat-lined but his pulse came back at the hospital. The blood pressure ranged from 40 over 12 to 280 over 170. The male nurse said he had never seen blood gas levels that high with somebody who had a pulse. Nurses said he was in grave, grave, grave danger. After asking Christy what does she feel, she said she felt like he was dead, that he was already gone. They think he had a massive heart attack. Christy called at 9:53am. His blood pressure keeps dropping to the 50's & they keep pumping him full of stuff. They are trying to get a reading on his brain. Christy called 10:20am. Doctors want everybody there. She begins to round up everyone there while i get online to find a flight. It's 4:30pm when Dad dies. It was very peaceful and this time it was in a hospital bed not on the floor in his room at the nursing care center. He took about 20-25 little breaths before his spirit went up to Father God. Jimmy had bravely placed his hand on him while this happened and admitted that dad had died as fine as a man could die. By 6:55pm i'm on AA 5577 flight to Tulsa.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
5:54:22pm Jimmy calls - John's on the floor, John's on the floor, the ambulance should've been here already! They're trying to find a pulse. Dad was in Inola at the nursing center on the floor of his room while staff desparately worked on him. Administering CPR. He had flipped into a coma. This call sent me into prayer warfare. One of the nurses in the room also stood by praying. They were very attached to dad in such a short time and really liked him.
6:07:50pm Jimmy calls - They're getting ready to get in the ambulance, He's flat-lining but they have a check... it's too soon Jimmy, it's life for him, only life, believe only that no matter what! This put me upstairs into aggressive warfare praying while walking around the coffee table, confessing, admitting.... Breath come back in his body in the Name of Christ, Father put Your Breath back in his body, just like You hovered over the waters in Gensis hover over his body, hover over every part of his body, protect Your Name Father, you did not write the story this way, it's not peaceful enough, after You were willing to intervene for him on this last time You started something and You are Faithful to finish it to write the ending the Way You write it, and You don't write endings like this by him dying there on some floor with everybody's emotions freaked out. That's not enough peace Father, please come and put Your Breath back in his body. (It was a long prayer, saying mostly the same things over and over, and also binding any dark interferences). It just seemed to me that God had shown me he would die in a hospital and that this was like some pop-shot to make it sound and look like Father God didn't know how to finish his life with a sweet peaceful testimony and it was awful to me and not at all acceptible. Nor did it even look like God to me because Father really is gentle and peaceful and He would never want everyone to be freaked out by this, especially knowing already that we weren't unrealistic about his condition, knowing he would die from it, but for the dark side to come in and try to write the end of the story this way to try to make Father God out to be some disabled caring Father was sick! Because He's not that Way! He cares. He cares if we have peace or not. He cares that John had to die and He cared about how it affected everyone. And God too is not unrealistic, knowing that death is a part of life. It is part of the process. Father couldn't exempt dad from the consequences, smoking carries consequences, yet He did apply much mercy everywhere He could while still maintaining truth. By 6:35:43pm Jimmy called back- They're at the hospital, they found a pulse. There's a pulse. Father God mercifully put dad's pulse back in his body. By 6:46:45pm Jimmy called again- His pulse is a little slow. Jimmy shared the length of tape from the flat-lining read out and said, "He was dead, i know, i was in the room with him." Yet God mercifully put his pulse back in dad's body to write the end of that story the PEACEFUL WAY, just because He loves us. Because i asked Him too.
Dad went from death
to life and is now a part of the 
heavenly 
witnesses.Grandma Margaret Mom & Dad
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