Dad looked small and frail in his bed. Yet when he held my hand, I felt the same warmth and strength that has been there all my life. His hands give me comfort.
I’m wrestling back that panic I feel. He likely will be gone in the coming months – leaving a gaping hole. His presence is the peace and solidness of our family. He brings stability and calm so his absence will set our family akilter and scrambling to rebalance our lives.
I miss Dad already.
