I was my Dad’s caregiver

. I don’t regret one moment of it. Caring for my Dad was a honor and privilege. I say “was” he passed away in May 2018. He just turned 98 in March. For some reason I wanted him to live to be 100, but God wanted him home. Looking back at pictures I can understand. I miss him so much.

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Pretzel · 70-79, M

I ached watching my dad's decline

I hated what time did to his body - and his mind was still sharp

I was relieved for us both when he passed

It took a while - but I now remember more of the good than the least year

RIP - I hope they are both sitting at the same card table exchanging dad jokes