There are many days that I long to chronicle events when I know that dad has imparted grace upon me or mom, or Tony, or Becky, when I know that he's been following one of us all day, or during a moment of despair or reflection. Both Becky and I have reported calling on him during a plane trip then returning and telling mom about it, and she tells us that he's been with us because she couldn't sense him for a while. Other times, one of us finds a penny in the most unassuming place, really, as if he has a whole jar of pennies in heaven and he manifests them at the precise moment that we need him.
I think that dad could do no more here on earth, and that he had experienced all he needed to proceed to the next bearing on the course. I hope that he's with his father, with our aunt who passed many years ago, with our little cousin who died but who saw the world as glorious the few years that she was alive. Perhaps our dog, Angel, is running around at his feet and our bird is perched on his shoulder (though Tweety particularly loved our mother :) .
Our little family is eternally grateful for all those who gathered around us the week that he died, and we think about how fortunate we are that you're in our lives.
Until next time....
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