End of an era
As Kevin posted, my father has passed from this veil of tears.
It happened quietly at 4:30, with loving wife Margaret, the palliative care nurse and his minister Reverend Bill present. We knew it was going to be soon; on Friday the nurse had "the chat" with Margaret, advising her that he'd be lucky to survive the week.
It still hurts, though. He was the best dad that anyone could wish for. Only the good die young: he was a mere 79 years old.
Dammit, I hate cancer. Hate it with a driving passion. He should have had another decade, but it was not to be.
Kathy & JP should be there any minute now - they'd hoped to get there before the end, and missed by a mere matter of a couple of hours. I'll head over first thing in the morning.
It happened quietly at 4:30, with loving wife Margaret, the palliative care nurse and his minister Reverend Bill present. We knew it was going to be soon; on Friday the nurse had "the chat" with Margaret, advising her that he'd be lucky to survive the week.
It still hurts, though. He was the best dad that anyone could wish for. Only the good die young: he was a mere 79 years old.
Dammit, I hate cancer. Hate it with a driving passion. He should have had another decade, but it was not to be.
Kathy & JP should be there any minute now - they'd hoped to get there before the end, and missed by a mere matter of a couple of hours. I'll head over first thing in the morning.