One year ago today, I drove 75 miles alone through a terrible snowstorm to see Dad for the last time. I believe he knew I was there, holding his hand for the longest time, before tearing myself away to make the long return journey in the snow. He was at peace, and the next morning, Trish, my dear sister-in-law, brought her wonderful cat, Bob, who always adored Dad, to lay with Dad for awhile on the bed. That afternoon, Dad passed on.
I'm barely allowing myself time to go near the grief right now but feel writing a little about it is important. Ironically, tonight a storm is raging outside my window, it is snowing, I am alone, and sort of in a daze. This will pass, and I will sleep well, as I imagine Dad's force is on the wind, guiding me along. There have been tears today. I miss him every minute. Loving support is offered by LM as we comfort each other. Two painful anniversary-of-loss dates have just passed for him. We keep telling each other we will make it through, and we will, as we remind each other of all we have!
There are lovely and entertaining babies to visit (supper with Teddy tomorrow night!!). Samantha will have her 3rd birthday party on Saturday. I will look into their sweet faces and see Dad and be thankful for his life.