My dad passed away June 5, 2009.
He was my best friend and my biggest fan. He always called me "Nanny". Ellie and I would go over to his place a couple times a week to play rummy, watch TV and eat chips and ice cream and all the bad things my strong, handsome and fit dad always denied himself. He would always greet us at the door with his arms stretched out, ready for a group hug.
Towards the end of my dad's life he became the most gentle person. He laughed at everything and did not get upset or mad about things like he used to. It was an amazing transformation, but I'm glad I got to witness it first hand…to see the person he would become, maybe the person he was meant to be from the start?
My dad's entire family — his mom and dad, two sisters and two brothers, plus his son Tom (my brother) — had all passed before him. I think at 93 (he would have been 94 this month) he was ready to go see them. As he always used to tell me "I've stayed too long at the dance".
Well, dad, I hope you are happy, healthy and dancing your way across heaven. I'll see you again one day soon…get the cards ready!
xoxo
Nan
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