About five months after diagnosis, my dad died. I’m happy he’s free from his “prison” (his understandable descriptor during the last days of his body’s illness) and sad he’s gone from our lives. The bright side of dying this way is getting to say goodbye.
January 16, 2008 at 2:45 pm |
My deepest sympathies Peter. I’m thinking of you and your family. It must be so hard, but I am glad that you are able to find some happiness in this very tough time.
All the best, you are in my thoughts.
Alec
January 17, 2008 at 1:02 am |
My condolences.
January 17, 2008 at 7:09 pm |
Sorry to hear about your Dad, Peter.
January 21, 2008 at 9:13 am |
Peter, when my Dad died, my life changed in inexplicable, profound ways. I’m not sure I understand it yet, or if I ever will, but that your father may become even more real in you in the years after his death than when he was alive and a phone call away…again, I’m not saying that’s better, but that your awareness of his presence may increase.
That’s all I have to offer you aside from my sincerest condolences.
Wishing you well,
Miguel