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…is that it is inconsistent, unpredictable and sneaky. It’s like just when you feel safely over it, like things are finally starting to return to normal, then BAM, it jumps out from behind a tree and grabs you by the throat. And when I say you, I mean me.
Seeing it there, in it’s entirety, makes me both proud and very, very sad. I loved my father, so much, so deeply and so abidingly. Not just the kind of love that a small, wide eyed girl has for her daddy, but the kind a grown woman feels for a father who has unconditionally loved and supported her for all of her life. I am talking the deep emotional connection that goes beyond blood ties and shared experiences. He is a part of me, and as such, a part of me has died.
Because just over two weeks ago, on May 14th at 11:14 pm, he died.
He was in excruciating pain at the end, so in many ways it was a blessing. But that doesn’t make my heart hurt less, or my tears flow less generously. He died less than 6 hours after I had arrived in Victoria to spend this weekend with him and try to bring him comfort. Knowing that he waited for me, in spite of all that pain, so that I could be there when he died, so we could see each other one last time, and he could grin his mischievous grin at me one last time, and twinkle his knowing-eyed look at me one last time … it makes those last few hours that much more poignant, precious and rich.Read More >>>
