holding hands with my mom it's the way he lived and the way he passed peacefully from this world it's weird to know that he's gone our relationship was ... let's go with ... complicated ... but he was my dad while he wasn't a perfect … father husband grandfather uncle son brother cousin teacher friend neighbour follower of Jesus these things I know he loved with his whole heart as unconditionally as he able and family, especially my mom, meant everything to him he strove to make the world better for those in need he taught with every breath and not just knowledge, compassion too he sought connection with everyone he encountered (I used to tease him that he'd have talked to a fence post if he thought it would've talked back; he never disagreed.) he created in many forms from poetry to bread-making to graphic design to woodworking he trusted and believed in a God who extends mercy and grace to all I don't think either of us ever liked it when my mom would tell us we were alike most often in our ... let's go with ... tenacity (She used to blame that trait ... though she called it stubbornness ... on my Dad's side, but I'd ask if she'd ever met her own mom, and then we'd laugh; I'm clearly genetically predisposed.) but the truth is ... I am my father's daughter we're different in many ways, but, also, in many, many ways, this apple didn't fall far from the tree ... and that's not a bad thing
My Dad passed away late in the afternoon on April 27, 2020. The picture with this post was taken March 21, 2020. We knew then that his time was coming to an end and he was at peace knowing that my Mom would continue to be well cared for by the amazing staff at the care home where they live.