This is the second Father's Day I've celebrated without my dad. It's been a sad day but also a day of happy memories. My dad was 87 when he died and I can honestly say he was happy that night. My cousin from Florida, whom he hadn't seen in probably 35 years or so arrived earlier that evening and I, my daughter and granddaughter had arrived in town to pick her up at the airport. His family was all in St. Louis that night, everything was aligned right for his departure. He had a heart attack many years ago and due to his age we knew it was a matter of time but he picked the time himself and went peacefully in his sleep. His face was serene and suffered no pain. His heart simply didn't make the next beat. I often wonder what he was dreaming of but that will not be answered until we join up in heaven. He came for mom exactly 3 months later arriving in a sunbeam. I knew he couldn't be without her long and wanted to lead the way there. They were married 65 years and were never apart. He liked to do things on his own terms and did until he died. I knew he wouldn't leave mom to suffer and it only took 2 days for him to come get her after she gave up. A beam of light would be a perfect vehicle for him and he did it with a flourish.
Happy Father's Day dad! We all miss you
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