Last February I shared how one afternoon I picked up the phone and there was my birth mother. A new mom I had given up ever hearing from or meeting was on the other end of the line. I am so grateful to have been given the chance to begin to get to know her. Last Monday I picked up the phone and found out I no longer had a living dad. I am sill having a hard time with this. We all knew my adopted mom was in bad shape toward the end as Alzheimer's is hard to hide. Her death was a blessing for her. Dad's death was a shock for all and a blessing for no one.
What appears to have happened is that he was watching TV on Thursday, October 30th and eating breakfast. The heart blockage he'd had repaired five years ago came back and took him. Since he was planning to go to Branson and meet up with his brother, Meyer, his friends at the Edgemere just figured they weren't seeing him around because he was gone on vacation. Obviously, Dad did not show up in Branson on Sunday. On Monday my uncle called Edgemere and they did a well being check. There, on floor in the den, was Dad.
He was my father and he was my oldest friend. He never took himself too seriously and he taught me about the things that he thought were important. He shaped me into the man I am today and I can only repay him by honoring and remembering him. In the next few days I will try to share some happy memories and give everyone some feel for what he was like to be around.
Over the past few years we ended all of our conversations by telling each other other we loved each other. I do not have to go forward in my life wondering how he felt about me or if he knew how I felt about him and for that I am grateful.
I just wish could call him and hear his laugh one more time. That laugh is the one thing I will miss the most. It was unique to him, an audible fingerprint. A sign that all was well.