and in what seemed like a blink of an eye this morning ... dad took his final breath. He was there ... and then gone. His expression was peaceful and while my tears betrayed me I truly felt joy for him.although I admit that it seemed much longer "in my shoes" ... it was but a few days from initial tests indicating a blood disorder and a definitive diagnosis this past Wednesday.
and so begins the process of cleaning & clearing the few hundred square feet that now tells the story of his life & death, as we muster up the emotional strength it takes to put aside things that mean a little something to each of us .... and pass on the other things in a way to benefit others. Very few items were ever dedicated to any one person- so we will work on this over the next day or two ... while we are all together. Once this chore is complete, it will be time to physically lay Dad's ashes next to mom's in the National Cemetery .... which will allow us to take the next baby step forward. With the amazing support of our spouses .... life goes on.
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