Early in the morning, sixteen years ago today, dad went home to be with mom.
We said, sadly, that she sent a semi-truck to collect him; she’d been gone five months and they hadn’t been apart for that long since the early days of their marriage when dad got drafted into the army.
So today my family and I think about him. And them. And wish it all could have been different.
But there is comfort knowing they are together for always.
When mom came down and collected him that morning, sixteen years ago, I imagine he was glad to see her but worried about leaving all of us.
So I’ll remind him, you both raised us well, rest easy; we’re doing just fine.
See you both again someday.