Took some time off social media these last couple weeks.
I just wasn't feeling it. I didn't really care to engage. It seemed so unimportant compared to the reality of what was happening with my dad being in the hospital.
Unfortunately, he didn't recover and I guess, decided it was time to sign off. He passed away Saturday, May 11.
A good run, a good life...he was turning 85 years young next month, parents married 50 years in July.
Yes, I'm sad that he's gone, I'll miss him. But what I find worse is how much he struggled and suffered for the last few weeks of his life. That he left in this state of not understanding, being a prisoner in his own body. That's more upsetting. Why did he have to go out that way? Why can't the whole transition from life to death be more peaceful, for all of us?
There are so many stories I could tell you about my dad, lots of adjectives to describe who and how he was and maybe I will someday..but for now, I will just say, like I said at his funeral...know that he did the best he could, with what he got, while he was here.
Still in a little bit of a funk, not feeling inspired. I suppose this is how I mourn. But I'm so grateful for him and for my life!
And so life goes on, his life goes on particularly in one of his grandsons, my nephew who has embraced the same art of being a barber! My father was a barber, as was his father before him. My dad having his own shop in the Tribune Tower, retired many years ago.
So proud to have someone in the family carry on and validate his legacy, our history.
Taking this as a call, sign, opportunity to rework, focus, change some things in my own life...
to be continued.....