On December 6th I closed on my lovely mountain house. I went to call my Mom and Dad to share my joy and there was no answer. I called my brother, knowing instantly something was wrong. My brother was at the hospital with Mom and Dad. It seems my father had fallen that morning. He was in terrible pain so they got him to the hospital. They were doing tests. My sister had already scheduled a visit and was flying in that afternoon. It was time for me to clear up a few things and head East.
I arrived a few days later. Daddy was diagnosed with Cancer. It was everywhere but the pain was coming from his spine. It was now time to keep him pain free and comfortable. At 91 this World War II fighter pilot, prisoner of war, lawyer, father, friend, singer, gardener, most wonderful husband, this man of God, was leaving us. The last week the world has stood still while we gathered to say our goodbyes and our thank you's to him.
Daddy died December 14th with his loving wife and children surrounding him. We are now celebrating his life and all of the wonderful memories and gifts he has given us. It has been a journey the past week or so. I do hope, dear friends, that you will keep my family in your thoughts. This is a new road for us to walk down. There is still much to do and much strength is needed.
I wish you all the joy of the season, God has a new tenor in his choir. I wish you blessed moments with your loved ones. Happy Holidays.