My father passed away on July 6th.
I've talked so much, to so many people about what happened, I just can't bare to tell it all over again here.
He was just too weak to go on, and he wanted to be with my mother again.
I am so glad I was able to get a flight down on Sunday night, the 5th. I was able to see him on Monday morning, and talk to him, and then later in the day, I was there as he drifted away. It crushed my heart to see it happen. But, I wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else.
I am worn out, exhausted, and my eyes burn from all of tears I've cried this week.