3 years ago today, I leaned over my dad's bed at the hospice and told him what I knew.
I knew that I wouldn't see him alive again.
I knew that my kids wouldn't see him again (and that I was very grateful that my girls saw him one last time a few days prior)
I knew that it was time for him to move on. To absolve himself of the cancer. (or so I really hope)
I knew that he was loved and that we would miss him.
I knew that my dad wouldn't be forgotten.
I also knew that he made it to his 62nd birthday.
I told him that I was so proud of him.
I asked him to check in from time to time.
I told him that it was time to go.
I told him that I loved him so so so very much.
Today dad would have been 65.
Tomorrow, he has been dead for 3 years.
I miss him. I love him..
1 month ago
3 comments:
Hugs to you Jenn. Your story makes me appreciate my Dad and the time I've had with him even more. He shares a birthday with yours. Today, my Dad is 86. And I love him as well.
Judy
That's so awesome Judy!
Happy birthday to your dad.
Jenn, from all of your posts about your Dad I can see how blessed he was to have a child such as yourself. Your love for him overflows and keeps his memory alive. Hugs... I know it is still painful for you. Keep remembering. xx
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