My Dad Died Yesterday.
A call came in around 6:25am from the nursing home we’d been able to transfer my dad to (just the night before) to say he had passed at 5:56.
Also that my stepmother was unreachable (turns out she was running errands to prepare for the nursing home chapter - but it was to be a very short one), and could I make the next moves.
So I went to sit with him while we waited for his ride to the funeral home.
The next 12 hours were maybe the most exhausting I can ever remember, but everything unfolded pretty perfectly and I think he would have been quite content.
No pomp and circumstance as requested. A brief viewing for Linda et al at 4pm, and done.
His body’s next stop is medical research; it’s what his mother did as well. Made things relatively simple.
I actually feel pretty recognized for having been tapped to take care of all the little details. 🤷🏻♀️
Still processing, but am okay 😌
He was still warm when I took this picture. That was pretty weird.
Fwiw, he was an 86yo Projector, so don’t you believe the stories that Projectors necessarily die young.
We’re each different with our own trajectories 🥰