It's 5:24 am, 1 week ago and I found myself sitting in the quiet of the early morning, reflecting on the recent events that have unfolded in my life. The hospital room where my father lay, fighting a battle that he ultimately decided to let go of, still lingers in my mind. I remember the moment I walked in, hopeful and desperate for him to fight, only to be met with the realization that he had made his decision.
I remember the conversations we had, the way he would always ask about his granddaughter and urge me to bring her to see him before she geaduated from college (joke). He was a cool dad, full of stories and wisdom that I cherished. Though he may not have always been physically present, he was always there when I needed him the most. His words, his presence, his love - they all shaped me into the person I am today.
As I celebrated my mother's life earlier this year, I never imagined that I would soon be bidding farewell to my father in the same year. The lessons I have learned, the moments of reflection and growth, they all come crashing down on me in this moment. I have journaled about my health, my family, my business, but nothing could have prepared me for this.
I said my final goodbye to my father, honoring his wishes and letting him go with love and respect. I hope he heard me when I told him I loved him, I hope he saw me standing there, holding onto every memory we shared. I will miss him, his voice, his stories, his love. May he rest in peace, may he find solace in his final sleep.
As I sit here in the early hours of the morning, I can feel his presence, his spirit lingering in the air. I know that he fought hard, that he loved fiercely, and that he is now at peace. Farewell, daddy, sleep well. Your memory will live on in my heart, in my soul, in every moment that I carry forward for your granddaughter. Goodbye, dad, and farewell Mr. King.
My dad passed at 5:30am
"There is a beginning a middle and an end"
Dad
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