This is one of those times.
My father, Jesse, had been battling cancer since 1993. He fought like a warrior. It never did beat him. But, the congestive heart failure did. My dad passed away in his sleep, at 1:10 this morning. I was there with my older brother when Dad took his last breath and went home with God.
My dad had mentioned recently that he was tired of fighting. So, I knew the end would be sooner, rather than later. He was 78.
Am I gonna miss him? Absolutely. But, I can take solace in the fact that even though he was almost 35 when I was born, I had him around, well into my adult life. He lived to see a Black president take office, humans land & walk on the moon, my brother get married & have kids, & myself get married as well, among other cool things.
He was a veteran, that had been around the world. Dad was accomplished in basketball, football, and played a mean trumpet before an accident put an end to that. He was probably one of the biggest "gadget" guys I know.
The sense of humor and smack-talk you've seen from me, I definitely got it honest. I inherited the athleticism and musicality, as well. So, it's pretty safe to say he lives on in me.
Thanks to everyone for your love & condolences. It's like I tell others who experience a loss of a loved one... He's in a better place. We have to still be here and deal with bills & the BS the world has to offer.
I don't know if you care about this. But, getting it out is therapeutic for me. A part of the healing process. I know it's not over yet. But, we'll be OK over here. Cherish your loved ones while you have them. Even when they get on your nerves.
Thanks again, y'all.
Pop... I'll see you when I get there.