These past few days seem to be a blur….almost as if the events were surreal. Less than a week ago I celebrated my birthday and at the end of the day I posted on facebook, thanking everyone for the birthday wishes, and sharing that the only thing missing was hearing my dad’s beautiful tenor voice singing “Happy Birthday” to me. For on my birthday, he lay in his bed, illness consuming him, his mind fading, unable to care for himself, he was waiting to die. I have known for the past few months that his time was near and there were days when I saw how much pain he was in and I prayed for his peace and comfort, but there is a huge difference between knowing someone will pass on and when it actually occurs. Two days after my birthday, my dad left this earth and my world will never be the same.
