My visit with Dad was farewell, as I thought it would be. He fought Parkinson's Disease for 23 years. He was tired and ready to rest. I am grateful he gave me the opportunity to say goodbye in our quiet way. He passed on the 31st of August, 5 days after I last saw him.
I am grieving. It ebbs and flows.
My life goes on, blown around by hurricane winds. The part we shared together is over now.
I cannot begin to sum up a life in a blog post, or a relationship, he was my Dad and I miss him.