I don't know how to write this post.
But I am sharing with my quilting community that my Dad is gone. He passed last week.
We are all grateful that his suffering is over. (Want to vent about liver cancer? I'm here for you. Really.) But the truth is, I am not grateful at all that he is not here. It is simply not possible that he is not here.
He was funny, smart and engaging. Quietly and without fanfare, he listened to people and held their hands when they needed it most. He and my mother loved each other dearly, and I am grateful to have had them as my parents, as they modeled not only a wonderful marriage, but also how to inject each day with meaning, and how to be kind and thoughtful members of a community. I love you, Dad.