My father passed away four years ago, quite suddenly. He left one morning for work, in good health, looking forward to another active day (He managed to come out from behind his desk quite a bit, and keep up in a physically demanding job, with men much younger than him). He suffered a Heart Attack, and was gone before my mother could get to the hospital.
That is why this story is so touching and wonderful at the same time.
Go here and read a wonderful tribute to a dying breed
"My Father asks for Nothing"Sippican Cottage
Treasure your parents, folks. You won't always have them around, and I certainly didn't realize what I had, until he was gone.
No comments:
Post a Comment