On Friday, August 13th, 2021, at 9:44 p.m. EST, my Dad for almost 64 years passed away after a 6 week battle with a brain bleed and clotting issues. He fought a valiant battle and had setbacks but got back up and continued to fight so he could return to driving the school bus route that he loved so very much. I sat there along with some of my siblings in his hospital room as he gasped his last breath. I felt a wave of deep sadness wash over me, knowing the void his absence would leave in my life.
The funeral is over. Taps played at his gravesite and the V.F.W. fired three shots in the air - something that I will never get used to. Now life continues minus one in all our lives. I'm sure this is very hard for Mom, as Dad was her best friend. She held his hand the entire time we were all there at Dad's bedside. Now after all these years, she must face life alone.
It won't be easy for any of us. Dad was the closest thing to a saint walking the earth that I know. He was good to all us kids and always full of jokes, both fun and bad. A hole will remain in our life until we meet Dad again. Enjoy your new life Dad!
