3 years today I was with my Dad at 4:19 in the morning on a rainy day when he exhaled out into the universe. He floated away, a vapour cloud through the hospital wall. I watched him do this. It was beautiful. It was sad. As I drove away, I played Sinatra’s My Way. My Dad introduced us to Sinatra.
This is a photo of my Dad. It is just about perfect. Him playing pinochle with J and D at C’s kitchen table, wearing his favourite watch … with that charming side glance game-face smile and a bottle of Guinness for strength.
He may have physically left three years ago, but he’s been here the entire time.