it’s never easy to say goodbye. but after so many years of illness and disease, it didn’t feel all that bad. it was a day filled with sunshine and love, with tears and laughter.
dad had made no wishes or requests, but when faced with the situation, we had not had any problems with the arrangements. every single moment of the day felt right.
today it felt good to leave gerby and return home. it was as if the last piece of angst had finally left the house. yesterday it saw all children and grandchildren come together under one roof again, and even though we could not see our father, we felt him in spirit. it was as if we were laughing and teasing each other like siblings do, fooling around, playing with the food in the kitchen, whilst dad was out for a smoke. i guess that’s the way it’s going to be from here on. one road has come to an end but the rest of us will continue our different paths. and no matter how far we walk, we can always stop for a rest, turn around and if we look hard enough we will see dad sitting there on the porch. with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth and a cup of coffee on the table beside him. he’s smiling and waving. but above all. he’s well again.