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Dad has went home.
He is in no more pain, he is at peace.
Watching him slip away was the most beautiful and most painful thing I have ever experienced. I know that he loves me, even still. He knows that I love him.
I had to love him enough to be strong enough to let him go...
It has always been one of my greatest fears, one of the things I have dreaded the most...
It was also the kindest thing I have been able to do for my Dad... Thats how much he meant to me.
Now I just have to figure out how to live without him.
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