Today 6 years ago I stood in a hospital room with my mom and watched my dad as he struggled through his last day on this earth. I can say that it was the hardest day I have experienced. To have to watch someone you love suffer and struggle in pain. As I reflect back I think of the calm peace that was emanating from my mom and the strength that she had that day and has continued to have throughout these past 6 years, including the past few months struggling with the sudden passing of my brother, she has been such a light for me.
My dad was a lovable man. He was always there for me when I had a problem. I remember spending afternoons with him going out to lunch and just chatting. I have very fond memories of him holding my babies, even if they were screaming their heads off, he always had such a calm manner with them. I can't help but mourn for my babies that have come into this world and will never have his arms wrapped around them. Do not get me wrong, I know without a doubt that they know their Poppop.
My heart breaks for my little brother and sister who will never know dad like us older kids! The hardest of all though, is knowing that my mom doesn't have her soul mate with her anymore. I know that this lifetime is but a short time, but I can't imagine how long it feels to journey it without your spouse. I know that we will all be able to be reunited one day and I SO look forward to that day when our family will feel whole again.
I love you dad, I miss talking with you, crafting with you and mom, and all the other silly things we all did together.