Hi, my father died on Sunday, while I was at the airport fixing to fly out to see him. I had talked to him by phone on Saturday (he knew who I was) and again on Sunday morning when he was unconscious, but I was able to say goodbye, tell him we got our smarts and our sense of humor from him, and tell him that if he wanted to go, he didn't need to wait for me. I called my sister from the airport to check on him and it turned that when I called was the moment he died. I'm sad I didn't get a chance to see him when we was still alive, but feel we were connected nonetheless. The rest of the family had been with him Saturday night, laughing and telling stories and crying, and he was with them and conscious. I think he died a very peaceful death, just stopped breathing, with my sister holding his hand and reading People Magazine to him. We think that's what killed him. That's his kind of humor.
I told Flint, I didn't mind so much that we row out to the center of a lake and then the boat goes down**; what bothered me was that people we love row out and their boats go down. This losing parents (my mother died in June of this year; and we think my father died of a broken heart aftger 68 years of marriage) experience is ...really something.
I'm glad to be a part of this sangha and to be able to share this with you. Maureen
**I am already revisiting this position, as my boat seems to be springing a few leaks.
Tags:
Share
Facebook
You need to be a member of APPAMADA to add comments!
Join APPAMADA