I have always found it strange how we refer to dying as passing away or losing someone. As if I misplaced them and I will find them soon. Dying, though it may be a natural part of the life cycle, is not natural to accept. This morning that became rather evident.
My father died. He struggled so long with MSA, and gently he stopped breathing. Our Lord showed mercy in my fathers death after a 7 year illness.
I hurt so bad. What more can I say?