Today marks the 10 year anniversary of my Dad's death.
I wrote an account of the last night a year later; what happened with the family around him and his passing. I've shared it with my siblings but it is still too raw to post here.
That was the first time I had seen a person die, unfortunately though not the last.
Next Friday, April 1st would have been his 99th birthday. He shared the same birthday as my oldest niece.
To think that he would be almost a hundred is amazing. I remember him much younger, I guess just like when I look in the mirror I see a much younger me than the age on the driver's license.