My father passed away on Thursday morning, he was with my Mom and to hear her tell it, it was beautiful. It has only been 2 days but feels like 2 months. I woke up crying in my sleep at 5 in the morning. I would like to believe that he visited me. My George, Kirsten and I traveled to Hilton Head yesterday to be with my Mom. She is an incredibly strong woman and I admire her very much.
It was much more difficult to walk through the door of the house than expected. It hit me quite hard. I put my things down and went into their bedroom, grabbed the quilt that I made him and laid down on his side of the bed and cried for a while. (Lise, you would have been proud of me)
It has been fun remembering all of the good times we had and what a huge impact Dad had on so many people. He wore so many hats, he was daddy, father, coach, golf coach, disciplinarian ( of course not for me, because I was so good. 😉 ), mentor, teacher, but the best was when I was truly able to call him Friend. If you never knew him, you missed out on an incredible man. Over the past day, I have heard many people say that he never had a bad word to say about anyone. And that no one can say anything bad about him except that he was a slow golfer. We know Dad, you are not slow just deliberate. His love of golf was only exceeded by his love of his family.
The four of us, (it sounds funny saying that) spent last night together, talking, laughing and crying. Oh yeah, and drinking wine! and lots of it (Yes Kimmy, it’s okkkkkk)