My anchor, no longer with a mooring.......

Today I said good bye to my dad.
It's sad.
As he lay in bed, he was so agitated until my husband held his hand and told him we would be ok and it was ok to go.
He then slowly took his last few breaths and let go. He looked so peaceful. I wish I could let that be a comfort however, not yet.
I will eventually.
So this 90 year old man that raised 5 kids with my mom starts a new journey. Was he perfect? No. Was he loved? Yes. Will he be missed? Most definitely.
As I plan the funeral and the mass I realize that this is my fourth funeral I have planned. My grand parents and my parents. It does not get easier.
I also received news of one of my oldest friends who died this weekend. Vicki fought her demons that eventually won. What a sucky weekend.
So kiss you dad if he is there. If not, remember something good about him. There are many things about my dad I will remember........and laugh, and cry.
During this time I have realized that
I am truly blessed to have so many people care about me. I am overwhelmed by the kindness of my friends.........thank you.
The nurses at The Gosnell house are saints. They helped us and guided us through a painful time.
My cousin Bob came and helped us with his spiritual guidance and love.
And my friend Liz, I am humbled by her help and support during this time.
How blessed am I? Words can not express.

So tonight I say a special prayer thanking God for the new star in the sky and for a man that loved me. In the end that's the best thing you can ask of anyone. Love is the most important legacy to leave.
Bye Papa. I will miss you.