This past Thursday was pretty much normal. There were things to do, the TV was on and I was fixing supper when Becky came in. One look at her face and I knew something terrible had happened. She blurted out, “Dad died this morning.” Her brother, George, had just called to tell her.

For a month she had been trying to see her dad again since he had lost so much weight and was more frail. Each weekend something would prevent her going. Now it was, of course, too late.

Death has no friends. It comes suddenly or slowly…. each with it’s own sorrow. No matter how much warning one has it is always a shock. Crazy thoughts rush through the mind and a feeling of disconnect and loss digs deep.

George’s three children loved him. He had been a good father and had been involved with them in every way. He left a lot of happy memories for them. Having been married to him for 20-years I have good memories to recall as well. Though divorced we were bound by our three children and mutual respect for one another.

John placed a heart-felt blog about his father on his site. I encourage you to read it.

Essentially Esther