My Dad passed away early friday morning, July 11 2008, just past midnight.
I walked outside on the porch and looked at the red moon deep on the horizon, setting.
He had been unconscious for about a week before he passed away, we tried to give him the comfort he deserved.
For a few days it seemed like he knew I was there. I had been staying up to watch him if he woke up, I was listening and watching. Finally I became too exhausted and I had to sleep. It was like he was waiting for me to leave the room so he could finally pass away. Sad that thought.
It does seem like I never got to say goodbye.
Goodbye, Dad.
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