Off again ...

The DS and I returned from Cape Cod / Boston on Tuesday.

My father recognized me and the DS when we got there on Wednesday. I made peace with him - he hadn't been able to talk but he choked out that he loved me and cried. I will never forget that moment. Ever.

That was the last time I saw him open his eyes or hear his voice - he was unresponsive the rest of our visit. I spent 12 hours a day at the hospital, holding his hand or talking, reading him any news on the Red Sox that I could find ...

The DS was wonderful while we were there. I even got to see my enclavian sister Belle for drinks one night. I needed a night away.

He was transferred to a hospice house on Tuesday. I got to view it twice and it was lovely, I was comfortable with him being there.

So, Wednesday morning after returning to work I got the call. My father had passed away Wednesday morning. He went very peacefully.

I had debated, due to lack of funds, about being able to fly out for the funeral. My coworkers were great and provided a beautiful sympathy gift to help towards travel expenses ... I value them all so much.

I am leaving tomorrow morning and will return on Tuesday.