I dont normally share my personal space on Facebook, but Its been almost 28 hours and the reality of loosing my father has not set in yet. Im still checking his room to see if hes comfortable. Im still waiting for him to call me to adjust his pillow. Ive called his name up the hall a few times... out of habit I guess....waiting for a reply that will never echo back. His house is silent now with noise only residing in my mind. He started the day strong...but it was his time to go. I promised him that I would be by his side when his transition came. I kept my promise even with the crazy posting time of the NOPP. Im not sad because I know hes in a better place....but the reality of him not being here still sucks. The man in me can accept the fact that the delicate dance of life and death will always co-exist...but the boy in me will miss his daddy greatly. My time spent taking care of him will always be remembered. I learned a lot about myself. More importantly, I was able to see my stubborn pops in a new rainbow. He was 83 years old.
Posted on: Mon, 21 Apr 2014 06:01:52 +0000
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