This morning I received a message on the host cabin answering machine. It was a phone call that I had been expecting and dreading for quite some time. Dad had died. He was 84.
It is strange losing a parent. It brings to light that we are aging and are mortal. The death of a parent is painful. Thankfully time does ease the pain. It is important to let the grieving process happen. For those of you who don't know, my mother died 17 years ago at 63 from brain cancer. It was a terribly traumatic experience to suddenly lose mom. It is different with dad. I am deeply saddened, but a bit relieved. He had been an insulin dependent diabetic for almost 60 years. The small strokes, age and diabetes had taken it's toll mentally and physically. Watching the deterioration occur has been difficult. He had lived a full life and watched 5 daughters grow to become successful adults.
My dad was a generous, hard-working, honest, loyal, and patriotic man. He instilled these traits in me to help make me what I am today.
Goodbye dad. I love you very much. I know you have found peace.