My dad.. rest in peace, my precious father

This year has been a torrent of emotions. I haven’t written lately, due to weighing words against emotions. In April, I lost my precious Dad. He went in the hospital, with pneumonia. I spoke to him Friday, he told me that he was feeling rough, to pray for him. A week later, on Saturday, at 1 pm, he stopped breathing. He went very peacefully, in his sleep. We got down there Friday afternoon, and he knew that we were there. He still recognized us, thankfully. He was on so many meds, and, on oxygen. He was beyond speaking by the time we arrived. But, he knew us. My sister and I were joking & he laughed at us. Silently, but, it was a laugh. My son sat next to Dad all night, and held his hand. In fact, he held his hand until the moment that Dad passed. He loved his grandfather, and my Dad had literally been the only father my son had. I re-married when my son was 16. So, Lane ( my son) and his grandfather were very close. It was very hard to watch the two guys I love most ( next to my husband), holding each other’s hand until the very end. But, neither of them would have had it any other way.
But, if there is ever anything to be grateful for, when you lose someone you love …. Dad still knew us all when he passed away. From my previous posts, you know Dad had Alzheimer’s. He would not have wanted to be in a world in which he didn’t recognize his loved ones. So, our prayers were answered. Dad left this earth, knowing he was surrounded by his family. Knowing that we all adored him. For that, I am very grateful.
I love you, Dad. This weekend, you would have been 81. I sure hope you had a big party in Heaven. We sure missed you down here. We always will.