March 20,1932-February 9,2019
MY DAD
For sometime now we knew my father was slowly getting worse each year. We thought we or should I say, I thought I was ready for his passing. The photo is a past picture. In the past years my father started losing weight and was a frail thing when he passed. This past month has been a blur especially when he went into the hospital. My mom at his side and us scrambling to find answers on what needed to be done. Sitting with him the night before he passed was not easy. I could see in his eye's and hear it in his voice,he was tired. To see a man who once carried you on his shoulders,to a man who could not lift up his arms to feed himself.
He wanted to go home.
A little girl I still feel like when all the memories come flooding in. A little girls love for her father. Even when I was a teenager and didn't want to hear what my dad had to say. Funny it always take is growing up and having a family of your own, to realize your father was right. I finally went by his grave sight today, dirt still fresh and he got his bronze marker for serving in the Korean War. Tears finding there way back again as I looked at were he is buried. You are Home.
