My father is still dying today. I spent an hour with him this morning. Just us.
I reminded him of how we used to swim all morning in the river at the old farm. Afterwards we’d eat pie for lunch and then nap all afternoon.
I told him that he’s in the napping portion of those perfect days. We’re all swum out, and filled to the rim with Nana’s homemade cherry pie. There’s nothing to do now but sleep.
Then I said, “your ole gal loves you,” and kissed him on the head.
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I was so honored to be with my beloved father during his last years. As the dementia deepened and the end came that intimate privilege of sharing his passage is one i cherish. Be at peace as your Beau goes to his final peace.
We love you Grandpa Beau!
I feel like with reading your book, I have so gotten to know Beau, and am feeling this immense hole for a person I have not had the pleasure of meeting in person. Thinking of you.
Peace be with you Nancy. I’ll never forget the dinner we all shared in Nairobi. Beau was telling us stories about his adventures and each one expressed how very proud he was to have you as his daughter.
Holding you in love today. So very beautiful. May his memory continue to bless you and bless you forever.