My father passed today.
It was not unexpected. He battled traumatic health conditions for the better part of twenty years. We were called to his death-bed several months ago, but he bounced back (I attribute this resilience to our hearty Irish peasant stock). This did, however, give me a chance to grieve. And I grieved a little more with every subsequent scare. I wondered if I would have any tears left when he finally passed. I hadn’t cried today since receiving the phone call – until now. Typing these words makes this event so real – more so than the call from my step-mother when she delivered the news. Despite all the trial runs, I still don’t know how to process this information.
I’m not even sure why I’m writing now. My only reasoning is that I would regret it later on – not putting my initial thoughts in writing. This is a one shot deal. I only have one father, and I can only lose him once.
That said, I think I’ll take a break and let it all sink in. I treated myself to some top-shelf grocery store wine (which is really quite tasty, I must say) and am starting the Midsomer Murders series all over again. No surprise, this was one of Dad’s favorite shows as well. The man had great taste!
Rest in Peace, Dad. I know of no one who deserves a bit of peace more than you.