I am still processing all this. Dad's health had declined to such an extent during the past few couple of weeks that death was expected. We just thought he would have a few more weeks, but really it had reached the point where him slipping away was a blessing because though he had lost the use of his legs and had been in a wheelchair for a while, he had not been in any pain, until now.
I've disabled comments because really, when someone is almost 94 and they've had a good life, death is not exactly a tragedy. I would have liked to have seen him one more time, but it wasn't to be. I'm not absolutely certain that he would have known who I was. In a way I lost my father a couple of years ago, though as recently as last year, occasional flashes of the old personality would shine through.
I don't have the words to express the tumult of emotions I'm feeling right now. He was a great dad and a super granddad to my to kids. He was well-liked by most people who knew him. I keep being ambushed by memories and then I find I'm in tears.