A year ago today, my dad passed away. I think his nurse, Judy, knew what was about to happen, so she graciously excused herself from the room. “I’m going to go and get Ali” she whispered. She made it to the door and dad took his last breath. She and Ali, his other nurse that day, had been so caring and compassionate while dad was in hospice. I’ll always be grateful to them.
I’m glad it’s been a lazy, quiet, don’t-go-anywhere kind of day. I wasn’t sure how I’d feel. I’ve looked at the hundreds of photos I took of my dad. I’ve managed to smile and even laugh. He really was “something else”.
I looked outside at the snow and ice that fell overnight. A year ago today, the DMV was enjoying temperatures in the 70’s. According to the forecasters, it’s going to warm up again. I can almost hear my dad. “God is in control. They’re talking like they’re taking credit for it.” This is one time I hope they’re right, Dad.
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