We held the memorial service for my father yesterday. I gave the Eulogy, because I was the closest - I am the one (of three sons) who took care of my Dad the last 20 years of his life. My younger brother was perhaps the most “removed” from my Dad. But last November at the VA while my Dad’s body was shutting down and I was unsuccessfully attempting to talk with him to make sure that he was ready to go and okay with the ghouls moving him to “comfort care” mode - I texted my younger brother and told him if he wanted to say goodbye to Dad, he’d better do it NOW. He called a few minutes later and after struggling trying to say goodbye, he said “I love you Dad” - and almost like he came back from the dead (if only for a moment), my Dad somehow mustered “I love you too, Son.” Those were the last words he ever spoke. Like something out of a movie. I told my younger brother a few days ago, “brother, if you ever doubted the depth of love from your father” - rewatch “that” movie.
My advice to Tweety Bird is to embrace your mother’s wishes - the freedom she spoke about - and let her words, “I love you too, baby” ring in your ears like an anthem.
I am so sorry, Theresa.
What a special daughter you are: “If I don’t look after your things, who will?”
You’re the kind of archivist, Theresa, who holds a family together.
My mother would have really liked you. She liked smart, wise women, and was the original cynic…
I am sorry for your loss, Ms Kennedy.
We held the memorial service for my father yesterday. I gave the Eulogy, because I was the closest - I am the one (of three sons) who took care of my Dad the last 20 years of his life. My younger brother was perhaps the most “removed” from my Dad. But last November at the VA while my Dad’s body was shutting down and I was unsuccessfully attempting to talk with him to make sure that he was ready to go and okay with the ghouls moving him to “comfort care” mode - I texted my younger brother and told him if he wanted to say goodbye to Dad, he’d better do it NOW. He called a few minutes later and after struggling trying to say goodbye, he said “I love you Dad” - and almost like he came back from the dead (if only for a moment), my Dad somehow mustered “I love you too, Son.” Those were the last words he ever spoke. Like something out of a movie. I told my younger brother a few days ago, “brother, if you ever doubted the depth of love from your father” - rewatch “that” movie.
My advice to Tweety Bird is to embrace your mother’s wishes - the freedom she spoke about - and let her words, “I love you too, baby” ring in your ears like an anthem.
That is so lovely… thank you. Thank you for this… ♥️
Fabulous writing. True and raw and the same time. 😊
Thank you so much Robin… It was wonderful talking with you today…. :)