Dad

My Dad slipped away from me in early March this year. I was not ready to say good-bye although I was given ample time and opportunity. Instead of enjoying the last couple of months I spent with him during daily visits to the hospital I kept wanting him to get better. Get up and walk and start being healthy. He did try and several times I thought I saw a break through coming but then he finally tired of trying or was not able to try anymore and he gave up his earthly body. He looked great at the funeral home all dressed up in his favorite pin-stripe suit. He didn't talk to me though and that's what I wanted. I wanted him to say goodbye. He didn't say goodbye. Good bye Dad. I love you.