by Bella Rum

Dad passed peacefully Sunday night. He was unconscious all day. I asked Shanna to come over and check him. She said he was in a coma, but she sat and talked to him. Everyone talked to him all day long.

Sunday night, I checked on him before going to prop my feet up for a few minutes. I leaned down, kissed him, whispered in his ear that he was safe and at home and that I loved him. My son called and we talked for a few minutes. I went to check on Dad again. When I touched his hand, I knew. I looked in his eyes and life was gone. He had one tear on his right cheek.

We’d had company all day, but he waited until he was alone to leave.