My dad died on Aug 20th, 10 days after his 93rd birthday. It was not unexpected, he had been on hospice for 3 weeks, and in failing health way before then....I saw him three weeks before - my sister Lori and I sang to him old family songs from our childhood - and he garnered up the strength to sing WITH us...and laugh.....so bittersweet..
For the past 2 years everyday was groundhog day for my papa. He did not remember the previous day's frustrations and started each day happy and unaware of his new failings. Eventually he needed around the clock care, and my family was fortunate dad had enough finances to be able to live in his own apartment in a wonderful senior facility and to have the proper care he so needed.
|finishing a model plane|
|...with his brothers and one of his model planes|
Dad loved tools, and instilled in me my love of fine tools. He bought me my first tool when I was 11...a jigsaw - much to the concern of my mom....and then my very first "foredom" tool , and a paasche airbrush. Over the years I acquired a collection of quality tools - all gifts from my Dad. I still have them all.
We had a fabulous send off for Dad. The Air Force came and did a Flag Folding in the church before the Mass. Before and after the rosary the church let us show films of my dad playing the piano and being dad, and the organist played my Dad's favorite Italian music....all wonderfully compiled by my sister Gina. Afterwards we had a family and friends lunch/reception to honor dad. Once again my sister Gina and her husband Mark had put together an incredible slide show of old photos of my dad and an accompanying soundtrack of polka music. It was a party my dad would have loved, and you could feel his presence, partying with us.
The fabulous slide show showing my brother and sisters as children
All of us now......
Me and Lori
|more grand kids and great grand kids|
|Dad's companion, Marcia|
|enjoying the celebration|
Ah Papa!My emotions are SO mixed. I am happy you are finally reunited with Mom and all of your brothers and sisters and friends. You are whole again. It was time.
But still, your passing has hit hard.
You are gone. You and Mom are GONE. ..
and with your passing I come closer to the reality of my own mortality.
I will miss you Papa. Your mischievous smirk, the way you smushed up your nose and said "oh fooey!"when you were in disagreement with any of us, your beloved Old Spice scent, your piano playing, your obsession with CNN (...well, not so much....)
So many memories.
Love You, Papa. Give Mama a kiss from me.