January 8, 2022, my father went Home to be with the Lord. He had acquired Covid-19 in Nov. ‘21, and was sedated and intubated in early Dec.. His death was a shock to me, and my family. He had just retired, with my mom he was going to downsize their large house. He was enjoying being “Gramps” to his two grandsons.
I miss him beyond words. Every time the 8th day of the month rolls around, I feel particularly sad. I believe we will see him again when our turns to go Home come along. But I sure do miss having him down here.
