Last week I mentioned that my step-father was on hospice and I was soon to be traveling to see him and my mother. I was too late. I will now and forever will refer to him as my father. He was much, much more to me than just a father.
I am thankful to have had a week with them this past January.
They loved to camp as often as they could and they did camp right up to the end of this summer until his breathing made it impossible for one last camping trip they always had before the rain and snow.
His name is John, my father:
This is my mother, Ginger:
My father had an infectious laugh. You know, the kind of laugh that makes you laugh no matter what the laughter is about. He passed away on Tuesday night, in my mother’s arms as she was helping him into his wheelchair to get to the bathroom. They were alone when this happened and trust me, it devastated my mother. I am still going to Oregon on the 1st of November. My mother needs me there, yet thankfully my aunt is with her now. Her grief is beyond words. They were married over 28 years and were best friends, true soul mates in every possible way. Their love reminds me of the love I share with my husband. I cannot imagine losing my husband and I cannot fathom the pain my mother is dealing with.
There are many stages of grief and each has its own time for every person. No matter, the pain stays. It is not always so fresh and sharp, but it never goes away, that loss. This blog is not about that. Just a brief post about such pain, that I wasn’t in time to see him one last time, to feel his hug and hear his laughter, the deep pain of missing the one who is no longer with you and of being left behind.
I plan on writing a memoir of my father, in separate chapters. With pictures. It is a work coming. And I will share it here. It is a remarkable story, their love story, and how I met him before my mother did. (I set the whole thing up!) That first chapter will be titled, “The day I met my step-father, he gave me a 10.”
Love those you love fiercely today. Do not put off what you do not have to. For now, my concern is caring for my mother and staying close during this most difficult time of extreme grief.
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