On the morning of Tuesday March 25, my dad who lived with us, called me on the house phone intercom to tell me good morning and that he loved me. He use to come upstairs to say that each morning, but in the since his knee replacement in January, he would just call up. I told him I loved him and to have a good day. He had told me the previous evening that the physical therapist was ready to release him form PT. At the age of 91, he had full range of motion in his new knee. He had chosen to have the surgery because he was in constant pain whether sitting or standing. He was 91 and a veteran of World War II yet he didn't seem "old". He had a love and joy for living. He was on Facebook and would Skype with his grandchildren. He was looking forward to the summer when I would be home, and he could get out and walk. He wanted to travel more. That Tuesday he was planning to go to the Senior Citizens'Center for his weekly poker game. I left for work that morning as usual, but by 9:15 my husband called telling me I needed to come home. I knew at that moment that my father was gone. While getting ready for poker, the Lord called him home. He was just one month shy of his 92nd birthday, which was last week. The day after mine.
Seven years ago when my mother was dying, he had promised her that he would be ok. He kept that promise for almost seven years! My mom died here at home on hospice. It was my daily prayer that my dad would live a long, healthy life and when his time came it would be quick and without any suffering. God answered my prayer.
People I don't know come up to me to tell me what a remarkable man my dad was. He always had a smile and kind word for everyone who crossed his path. There were times when we were out together and he would wave at someone and say hello. I'd ask him, "Who is that?' He'd say, "My friend!" I'd ask, "What's his name?" He'd respond, "I don't know."
Everyone he ever met, he counted as a friend!
For the last 22 years my parents, lived in our home. The lower level of our bi-level was their place. When my mom passed 7 years ago, we changed very little out of respect for my dad. My husband and I are now in the midst of trying to reconfigure and re-purpose our living space with both of them gone. No matter how we change the space, it is filled with a lifetime of memories. They helped us raise our daughter & son and did so much more. They were a constant source of emotional, spiritual, & physical support. Our son, who is still at home and has never known a day without his grandfather is grieving deeply this loss
The sadness comes over me like a wave at times. I am trying to stay in a place of gratitude and not in the sadness. My father told us everyday....."Just do your best! That's all anyone can ask of you!" I am my father's daughter! I am his living legacy....I will do my best.....my very best!