Meril is gone. He left us today, at only 48. A few weeks ago, we lost Sandi. She was only 60. Meril went fast, he only had three months between his cancer diagnosis and his death. Sandi went through hell over her last few months.
These are my most recent losses. Since my dad died last April, I have also lost an uncle and two friends. I know that this is part of the cycle of life. You reach a certain age, and you start losing people. Even the people that you aren’t really close to, the cousins that you have a tentative connection to, friends that have drifted away a bit, leave you with a sense of loss.
Today was just really hard.
All the memories of my dad’s last few days just came flooding back. Seeing him Lying there, insensate and drugged, in that hospital hospital room. I remember that he cried when they told him there was no hope. Oh, it was a terrible day.
My good, strong dad.
I miss you, Poppy.