Monday 14 July 2014

July 11, 2014

On July 11, 2014 about lunch time my dear dad passed away with the Priest by his side.
No more pain, no more confusion.
I am ok, had my cry, a bit teary at times but I will get over that.
My husband and I had lunch down by the mouth of the Mersey River in Devonport, Tasmania after the phone call, then we headed to the 'home' to see my dad (after the phone call)...so life for me will be very different from now on.  6 years of traveling every week to my dads house, staying some nights, always carrying or having my mobile phone next to me - now not necessary.  Dad took ill on June 7, 2014.

RIP my dad.


The view where we had our lunch. That is a Neptune statue.

7 comments:

  1. My deepest sympathy. I know you will miss him and I know that he is no longer suffering. I felt as though I knew him through your writing. Also, I felt compassion due to his lack of sight. Like my mom, he now sees the beauty of Heaven. Sending my love to you.

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  2. I am so sorry to hear about your loss. But the positive side no more pain for your father. Your life will be different but you can't do anything. I’m sorry I could not convey my condolences in person. Hugs for your family from Poland. Margaret and family.

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  3. I am so sorry for your loss. Your dad was special and I always enjoyed reading about him in your posts! HUGS!!

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  4. I am so sorry for your loss. You and your dad had a beautiful relationship and I am so glad to see that you are taking this well....as well as one could! God be with you. Sending you a hug.

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  5. Sorry to learn this very sad news - you have been the most loyal, loving daughter to your Dad - you had a special and memorable relationship.

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  6. Thank you to each and everyone of you for your prayers and kind words during this trying time. I am ok.
    May God keep you all safe and free from harm.
    Regards,
    Margaret

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