Good morning, Everyone.
It has been an unbearably sad week.
My dad, the best daddy anyone could ever be blessed with, passed from this mortal life last Friday morning. Dad was superman to my sisters and brother, the fun-est grandpa to his grandchildren, and a proud Great Grandpa to his greats, a caring brother, a friend to all, and a loving husband to my mother (they have had a true life love story).
Although his heart struggled to keep the pace, his strength waned, Dad maintained he was fine, tired, but fine. He left us on his terms, looking out over the bay, in his bed, next to the woman he loved all of his life.
The loss leaves a deep void. Dad lived his life, surrounded in love and strived to include EVERYONE in his circle. Mom is devastated. Our hearts are broken. The only good outcome was that everyone gathered. My daughters got in cars and on planes and arrived within a day. My sisters’ and brother’s clans traveled as well. Cousins, aunts, uncles, neighbors, friends came to our aide, brought food, shared our aching grief.
We wanted to celebrate his beautiful life with EVERYONE, but #!%!ing COVID.
We fashioned a private memorial at The House with the immediate 50 or so family members. Social distancing and masking were observed. My nephew and nieces worked technology magic so that the wide circle could participate with us. A tent, tables, and propane heaters were set up in the yard, and, yes, a deluxe port-a-potty was ordered to save the strain on the cesspool. Buttera’s of Sayville delivered (my sisters and I were not up to cooking), cakes and cookies, and beautiful flowers added, and the many pictures we sorted through were displayed. Mom made the centerpieces. Tears shed, heartfelt sentiments spoken, and the stories flowed. And, though a bit chilly, a bunch of us jumped in the bay. Being our father’s daughters, my sisters and I wore bathing suits under our dresses, so we were prepared. It was a party he would have approved, what Mom knew was the right way to go.
After a week, our lives are slowly returning to a new normal. I miss him, his broad smile, his voice, his gentle presence.
Thank you, Everyone, for indulging me.