I remember this day well. Early in the morning, Mom called and said Dad died. Richard and I went right over to the house. He laid there so peaceful, out of his pain and the misery of his last six weeks.
Dad never liked to talk about death. We all knew he was dying but never talked about it with him. We didn't say our goodbyes.....he pretty much chose to isolate himself from everyone. He was a very private man.
What would I have said if I had the opportunity to say goodbye? I would have been a mess. I'm not good at goodbyes.
I do know Dad loved us, he wanted the best for us, and always wanted us to strive to do better. He provided well for his family and taught us to keep a tight bond with one another. At that, he very much succeeded.
I think of you often Dad. And, we're taking good care of Mom! Love and miss you Dad!