Saturday, October 19, 2019

Dad died.

My dad died on his birthday. October 11th. I was lucky to be home. I was home in time to go to the hospital and say goodbye. I was able to hold his hand while he was still lucid. He didn't suffer for a long time. Watching somebody fade away from life isn't easy, but in this case it was as painless as such a thing is ever likely to be. I'm thankful for that. I'm also thankful that my sister stepped up to write the eulogy. She did a great job. A lot of people showed up to the funeral. My dad was a well-loved guy. He made a lot of people laugh. He was always joking, and he passed that down to me.