|Bob Goodman, Dad|
It's been a time of travel, fear, worry, phone calls, more travel, and saying a final good bye to my father. Dad did not suffer at the end, and that came as a relief to all four of his children.
The busyness of the last months has come crashing down on me as normal life continues but my grief has some breathing room. Every day the sun rises and sets. Every day, people go about their daily routines of work and play and love. It seems a cruel fact of life, that it relentlessly continues. Despite death. Despite the death of my father.
Yet, life goes on. I remember my father and his many good years. I honor his good death. I miss him.
And maybe, just maybe
in the missing
I love my husband
just a little more.
Because our days are all numbered.
I want to leave a
big trail of
in my wake.
Goodbye, Dad. I love you.
Just weeks before his death, Dad sang this song with me. "King of the Road."
And, he pulled out his cornet and played "Taps."
All is well, Dad. Safely rest. God is nigh.