Oh my Gosh look at the waves in my Dad’s hair! It’s got to be a 70’s thing.

I found myself watching him a lot today. For 46 years he was always part of a unit, and now he’s by himself. Going from the funeral home to my Aunts house for dinner earlier he asked my niece to drive with him, and typical kid she kind of sighed about it (the 30 foot walk from her Moms car to his was a tough one, I’ll admit) so I just went with him. I was grateful to have some one on one time with him, just the two of us. I found myself not wanting to leave him. I even thought about skipping my husband’s soccer game to spend more time with him. But I can’t be around him 24 hours a day. Charlie’s like, almost been standing guard over me and the hovering has been driving me a bit mad. But I know it’s done out of love.

Dying is a part of life. I firmly believe that. Going through pictures yesterday I found a little saying from an old Mary Englebrite calender glued onto one of my baby pictures. It said, ‘a baby is God’s way of saying life goes on.’ I thought that was fitting, especially since we’ve been trying to start a family. She’s still here, living on through me. And my sister and niece. She was wonderful.