Stranger things have happened.
My father is gone. While this may not be news to my friends and family, it will be news to the virtual world of blogging and those virtual friends who have become a part of my life. I have avoided making this world-wide-web announcement simply because the act of putting it to print makes it that much more real.
As if the obituary sitting beside me is not real enough.
A day or two before I packed my bag to head home, I asked the husband how in the world I was suppose to prepare for life without my dad. He had no words because, after all, there are no words to make such a devastating reality bearable. He simply held me tight and told me I was the strongest person he knew.
Which is so not true.
Alongside my mom and only brother, I spent eleven days with my dad before he gave up the fight and set his compass north toward heaven. Those eleven days were the hardest, sweetest, and most confusing days of my life. I watched a man who had always been larger than life to me succumb to the bitter disease known as cancer. Only four months he lasted from the day of the diagnosis.
Four months.
And that's all I can say about that.
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| Cornerstones of my dad's resting place. Always Mr. Big in our hearts. |
It's hard enough finding the courage to write.
Baby steps.
