Dad,
Caleb and I flew back to California today. It's bittersweet. Bobby needs us and of course we need him. But I'm not sure I would have ever felt good about leaving mom alone in the house.
I cried for the first time since that last day in the hospice, after you passed. I think I've been wanting to stay strong for her. Coming home, and hugging Bobby signaled some type of release. We talked and cried together. Bobby built that table in the kitchen for you. We stood in the bathroom and looked at the light fixture you put in for us. You were sick with chemo and cancer and it made your hands shake and your body sweat. But you didn't stop until the job was done. You loved doing it. I love you for doing it. Thank you for your light.
I love you.
Christal
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