12/18/1928-5/26/2012
My dad. As I mourn his death the word that keeps coming to my mind is "sweet". My dad was kind. He liked helping people. He did not like to create conflict. He cried (I mean got chocked up) during sad movies. He was supportive of me. He gave to others then didn't even remember doing it, that's true giving.
My dad also liked "sweets". He used to treat me to ice cream as we were running errands and then he would say "Don't tell your mother"! We were often sweet thieves together. My brother and my mom have no sweet tooth so it was just him and I in this common bond.
He suffered from dementia in the end. Even his death was "sweet". He was in a nursing home for just a few months. His body just shut down. He was gone in minutes. We had several close calls with my dad years earlier and God blessed us with more time. It feels like just the right amount of time. He was ready to go and I am ready to let go. I got to have my dad in my life for 54 years! I had a good relationship with my dad for those 54 years! That is truly "sweet"!
Amazing Grace how SWEET the sound.....
