This is a bittersweet moment.
But, it never fails to make me smile.
It was the night my Dad died.
I drove back to my home town that night, knowing the end was near. He had cancer. After my two older sisters went home for a couple of hours sleep I was left with him, and my Mom. He was awake and alert and I joked, "now that your favourite is here, you can go when you need to". He couldn't talk. He had cancer of the mouth and throat. He looked at my Mom, smiled and then looked at me and held up two fingers.
I was his second favourite. Mom was, as she should have been, his favourite person in the world. He died a few hours later, with my Mom at his side. It was sad. It made the world a little smaller, and lonelier. But, it makes me smile to know that his relationship was always the thing he treasured most in life. It wasn't always perfect, and mistakes were made. But, I was never his favourite and that makes me happy.
But, it never fails to make me smile.
It was the night my Dad died.
I drove back to my home town that night, knowing the end was near. He had cancer. After my two older sisters went home for a couple of hours sleep I was left with him, and my Mom. He was awake and alert and I joked, "now that your favourite is here, you can go when you need to". He couldn't talk. He had cancer of the mouth and throat. He looked at my Mom, smiled and then looked at me and held up two fingers.
I was his second favourite. Mom was, as she should have been, his favourite person in the world. He died a few hours later, with my Mom at his side. It was sad. It made the world a little smaller, and lonelier. But, it makes me smile to know that his relationship was always the thing he treasured most in life. It wasn't always perfect, and mistakes were made. But, I was never his favourite and that makes me happy.
