My dear sweet dad passed away earlier this month.
He didn't suffer, and he wasn't alone. My mom was with him... but it all happened very quickly. I've been missing him and her so much already, and now it's even worse...
I wanted so to have one last chance to see them both together, here. We'd been planning to meet in UT, for a train ride for the boys and fishing. But finances made that impossible, with all the medical bills, so plans had switched to this Fall.
Though I've known this is where we needed to be for our boys, it's not been easy. I'm sure I've mentioned before, being so isolated from my family has been miserable in many ways for me. This is amplifying that...
Daddy, I love you. You know that.
But I miss you something terrible.
Going to his funeral was very difficult for our boys. But I'm very grateful were able to go.
It was made possible by several things falling into place.
My only memories of funerals were very quite negative except one. My aunt Leah's was sweet and didn't leave me with a sick feeling. I don't remember much of the details of the other funerals, just the feeling they left me and maybe it was my own issue, who knows.
But Dad's was very sweet and tender. And getting to see him one last time, was good, because he looked so very peaceful.
My dad has always worked hard and worked smart.
When he came to visit, he always kept busy either with a project that helped us in some way, or spending quality time with our boys. He knew what was most important, and didn't use old age and his ailing body as an excuse.
He gave of his time and talents freely. He shared freely.
He served others right up until his passing, literally.
He will not only be missed deeply by his family, but also his community.
They loved him too... because he loved them.
I'm so very proud of my dad.
Going to his funeral was very difficult for our boys. But I'm very grateful were able to go.
It was made possible by several things falling into place.
My only memories of funerals were very quite negative except one. My aunt Leah's was sweet and didn't leave me with a sick feeling. I don't remember much of the details of the other funerals, just the feeling they left me and maybe it was my own issue, who knows.
But Dad's was very sweet and tender. And getting to see him one last time, was good, because he looked so very peaceful.
My dad has always worked hard and worked smart.
When he came to visit, he always kept busy either with a project that helped us in some way, or spending quality time with our boys. He knew what was most important, and didn't use old age and his ailing body as an excuse.
He gave of his time and talents freely. He shared freely.
He served others right up until his passing, literally.
He will not only be missed deeply by his family, but also his community.
They loved him too... because he loved them.
I'm so very proud of my dad.
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