With dad moving in, we were expecting a minimum of 6 months in which we could hang out, watch football (in my case, pretend to watch football), and share the love.
Much to everyone’s surprise: the doctors, dad, and us, it didn’t quite work out that way.
He moved in on October 8th, and passed away far too soon…on October 14th.
Fortunately, all his kids were able to get here, and be with him.
As you can imagine, it’s been an intense time.
It’s an especially difficult time for Shaun. We both thank you for all your kind words, prayers, and good thoughts.
It’s shocking: we can plan for 6 months to a year, and end up with only 5 days.
It’s frightening: we don’t know how long we get to have each other.
(This SO doesn’t work for me. I’m pretty keen on the people I love sticking around…forever. That doesn’t feel unreasonable to me? Universe! Please revise.)
Take home lessons for self:
- Show up
- Do the right thing: I know what it is
- Something doesn’t have to be perfect to be right
- One day, it will be me
we celebrate your life, and mourn your passing. Thank you for the honor of living your last days with us. Thank you for trusting us with your dying.
We love you.