My father passed away this morning. My Mother and I were at his bedside when it occurred, pulse slowing, respiration strained and infrequent and then silence. Everything quieted, it wasn't a physical disconnect on our parts from our environment blocking out the ambient but almost as if somehow the moment effected the physical environment itself, changing it, turning it down. Friends and family have poured in, food and wine are plentifully. The initial shock is over, the first tears have been spilt. The crowd is now calling for toasts and reserved joy in memories of past adventures.
to be continued...
from what you've told me over the years about your father, he was a tremendously compassionate and loving man. i always though you had a fantastic relationship with your father. thank you for the blog posts and for sharing your thoughts.
Posted by: Don Park | March 17, 2008 at 10:19 AM