My beloved father passed away this morning at 9:05 Eastern Time.
He is in Maine, I am here in Illinois. It is what he wanted. He did not want anyone to see him that way. It is torture being so far away. There will be no service. No formal affair to honor his life.
We have a dog rescue today. A mama Labrador and her four nine-week old pups are coming from Southern Illinois and being transported to Northern Illinois.
The transport coordinator has graciously dedicated the transport to my Dad. It is fitting, for he is the one who fostered my love of animals and of compassion for others.
The transport will honor the memory of my father. The man who took in seven stray children and called them his own.
It will be a long day and for that, I am grateful. Grateful, too, that his memory is celebrated by sharing his charitable nature.
My Dad is no longer suffering. Now our suffering begins.
Please say a prayer?