My sisters and I spent the last several weeks by my dad’s side as his health was declining. He had gone back and forth several times from the hospital to the nursing home. He ended up in the hospital for the last time on Monday. He kept telling us “I quit, I’m tired of this game”. We knew his time here on earth was nearly complete.
My dad crossed “the bridge” yesterday and joined my mom in heaven. The day before he died he said many things as his life passed before him, some good and some painful. He repeated over and over “I love all my girls”. He sang to my mom…My Sweet Irish Rose and said quite clearly that the first and last time he walked side by side with Bea was down the aisle. My sisters and I knew what this meant, as he often told us that during their life together she always walked 10 steps ahead of him. He spoke of his mother, who passed when he was a young boy, and kept repeating “Red Rover, Red Rover come on over”. Could it be his mother wanted him to cross the bridge and he wasnt quite ready to say good-bye? Just before he took his last breath, he said “bridge…bridge…bridge”. He finally took that step into heaven.
With heavy hearts we said good-bye, but we know that he is finally at peace and does not have to “play the game” any longer. He leaves behind, not only me and my two sisters, but MANY people who loved him. That became quite evident by the kind words people have said about him to me since his passing.
Thank you daddy…for loving me…caring for me…and teaching me. I hope that I made you proud!
And as I told mommy when she crossed the bridge…it’s not good-bye…it’s “see you later!”
