Three years ago today, we said goodbye to my Dad, Russell. I was there, along with my sister, Eileen and brother, Phillip, as he took his last breaths. This strong man who I thought would always live, and be there, was weak–struggling to inhale the air that seemed so heavy in those moments
As I looked at his face and held his hand, life with him flashed through my mind like a slide show. Christmases, hunting, doing chores, combining oats, playing cards, Gillette Friday night fights, Mel Tillis and Coca Cola Cowboy, Oyster soup, his pocket watch tucked in his Oshkosh overalls, that farmers tan… me on his lap. All the things that made him unique–made him, my dad, our dad.
He was always strong. At six foot-4, physically imposing. He wasn’t one to show emotion–to hug or kiss us. He’d throw an arm over our shoulder…that was his hug. We knew he cared and loved us.
We miss you terribly, Dad, but find joy in knowing you’re with your son, you missed so much.