Two years ago I woke up to a phone call from my sister who was visiting my Dad. All she did was cry, she didn't say anything, and I knew. I denied it, tried to get her to tell me I was wrong, but I wasn't. My Dad was gone. He died in his sleep. He died with my sister there taking care of him. I'm so happy she was there, otherwise he would have died alone.
I was going to post more, but I can't, so I'm going to leave with of pictures of my Dad.
.jpg)
I am so sorry. I have been struggling too. I don't have any words of wisdom, just wanted to say I know it's difficult. I try so hard to focus on good memories of my mom and funny things she said or did so that I smile or laugh again.
ReplyDelete