I knew in my heart sometime, perhaps this year; I would be writing this. My father is gone. He left this earth and us on October 29 at 5:30 pm. It was a Thursday afternoon. It all went so fast. You turn around and he is gone. He died in Loyola hospital with my Mom, and sister and I with him. I question if it made it easier being with him when he died. I know being there made his death understandable. Seeing his labored breathing - and the way he did not look at us let us know that he is in a better place. This picture is the last one of my Father. I took it on Sunday when I had Mom, Dad, Gerry and Bob over for dinner. We were so happy, but; I at the same time was scared. We had a very hard time taking Dad to our house and back and I knew in my heart a problem was coming - and it would be sooner other than later.
The problem is I can't cry. I long to cry. I even feel I am doing Dad a disservice by not crying. I know that the time will come - just in it's own space and time.
Goodbye Daddy. I know you are in good hands in Heaven. God is holding you in the palm of his hand.