I have been posting sunset photos all week on my blog and now the reality of my Dad's sunset has come to pass. Dad was 87 years old and his mind was still as sharp as a tack. I talked with him several hours before he passed away not knowing the end was so near. His heart finally gave out and his body failed him. I love you Dad! The prose below was read at my Mother's funeral. They are finally together again.
I have only slipped away into the next room. I am I and you are you...Whatever we were to each other that we are still. Call me by my old familiar name, speak to me in the easy way which you all used. Put no difference into your tone; Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes we enjoyed. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me. Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. Let it be spoken without effort, without the ghost of a shadow on it. Life means all that it ever meant. It is the same as it ever was: there is absolutely unbroken continuity. Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval, somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Mom and Dad getting married at St. Patrick's Cathedral, Toronto in 1947. I arrived one year later :-) What a beautiful couple who had 60 wonderful years together! I can't tell you how many weddings I attended there over the years with friends and family. We will be celebrating my Father's life in Toronto all next week. We miss you Dad!
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