they just fade away . . .
Or something like that . . . I heard my Dad say it at least a million times over my lifetime.
I guess it’s true . . . but then Dad was never one to tell a lie.
It is with incredible sadness that I share this news . . . just when I thought my Craptastic September couldn’t get any worse . . . my dad passed away Friday morning.
His battle with end stage renal failure is over.
His battle with arthritis, spinal stenosis, macular degeneration, profound hearing loss, complications from the frost bite he suffered during his time as a young Marine in Korea . . . all over.
He went peacefully . . . just like the nurses and doctors predicted . . . on his own terms, in his own way.
And now for the first time in 19 months, I can honestly say with total conviction that Dad’s in a better place.
And knowing my Dad . . . he’s probably at the corner bar with all of his old buddies who had gone to Heaven before him swapping old war stories.