My Dad died in the early morning hours of this past Sunday. He was 91, and I was lucky enough to be with him when he passed away.
I was asked to write my Dad’s obituary for the funeral home web page, not something you’re ever prepared to do. But that’s how funerals go, folks are asked to do things they never really thought they would or could. They pick out caskets, select flowers, make final arrangements and generally stand strong and tall. They rise to the occasion, because they love the person who passed away and the family he or she left behind. My family has been doing a great job of that all week.
When you are done reading this, go hug family and friends who are in reach, call or Skype the ones who aren’t and remember to do both every chance you get.
I’m taking the rest of the week off. I hope your week is filled with work that makes you happy (my Dad loved his) and family and friends, who make you feel loved!