The day before Daddy died - Sunday, January 8, 2006 - he, Pamela, and I took a long drive for the day. We got him a new pair of shoes, had lunch out, and had driven far north of Seattle. On the way back into town, the drive goes right through the Evergreen Washelli cemetery/mortuary/and crematorium.
Daddy laughed and made a joke. He said, Pamela always hates it when I say this... "But this is where I am going to be." And a little over 24 hours later, he was.
That Monday, Pamela and I had gone to a place in downtown Seattle to find assisted living for Daddy. It was becoming dangerous for him to stay home alone. He would go check the mail and get lost finding his way back to their condo.
Daddy didn't know what was getting ready to happen in his life, and we hated the thought of it. When we left the place where Daddy would live, I prayed to God that He might just take Daddy... and save him from ever having to live in a place like that.
Pamela dropped me at my condo. She drove home. When she got there, Daddy had left for Heaven. We were able to determine that he left probably about the time that I was saying my prayer.
Daddy was always asking how old he was... or calculating how old he was. He wondered and often asked how old we thought he would live to be. He missed Mama. On that last morning, he looked around the corner and said "Good morning" to Pamela... and she asked how he was. And he said, "I am just thankful to be here another day."
Daddy laughed and made a joke. He said, Pamela always hates it when I say this... "But this is where I am going to be." And a little over 24 hours later, he was.
That Monday, Pamela and I had gone to a place in downtown Seattle to find assisted living for Daddy. It was becoming dangerous for him to stay home alone. He would go check the mail and get lost finding his way back to their condo.
Daddy didn't know what was getting ready to happen in his life, and we hated the thought of it. When we left the place where Daddy would live, I prayed to God that He might just take Daddy... and save him from ever having to live in a place like that.
Pamela dropped me at my condo. She drove home. When she got there, Daddy had left for Heaven. We were able to determine that he left probably about the time that I was saying my prayer.
Daddy was always asking how old he was... or calculating how old he was. He wondered and often asked how old we thought he would live to be. He missed Mama. On that last morning, he looked around the corner and said "Good morning" to Pamela... and she asked how he was. And he said, "I am just thankful to be here another day."
The day before Daddy died - Sunday, January 8, 2006 - he, Pamela, and I took a long drive for the day. We got him a new pair of shoes, had lunch out, and had driven far north of Seattle. On the way back into town, the drive goes right through the Evergreen Washelli cemetery/mortuary/and crematorium.
Daddy laughed and made a joke. He said, Pamela always hates it when I say this... "But this is where I am going to be." And a little over 24 hours later, he was.
That Monday, Pamela and I had gone to a place in downtown Seattle to find assisted living for Daddy. It was becoming dangerous for him to stay home alone. He would go check the mail and get lost finding his way back to their condo.
Daddy didn't know what was getting ready to happen in his life, and we hated the thought of it. When we left the place where Daddy would live, I prayed to God that He might just take Daddy... and save him from ever having to live in a place like that.
Pamela dropped me at my condo. She drove home. When she got there, Daddy had left for Heaven. We were able to determine that he left probably about the time that I was saying my prayer.
Daddy was always asking how old he was... or calculating how old he was. He wondered and often asked how old we thought he would live to be. He missed Mama. On that last morning, he looked around the corner and said "Good morning" to Pamela... and she asked how he was. And he said, "I am just thankful to be here another day."
Daddy laughed and made a joke. He said, Pamela always hates it when I say this... "But this is where I am going to be." And a little over 24 hours later, he was.
That Monday, Pamela and I had gone to a place in downtown Seattle to find assisted living for Daddy. It was becoming dangerous for him to stay home alone. He would go check the mail and get lost finding his way back to their condo.
Daddy didn't know what was getting ready to happen in his life, and we hated the thought of it. When we left the place where Daddy would live, I prayed to God that He might just take Daddy... and save him from ever having to live in a place like that.
Pamela dropped me at my condo. She drove home. When she got there, Daddy had left for Heaven. We were able to determine that he left probably about the time that I was saying my prayer.
Daddy was always asking how old he was... or calculating how old he was. He wondered and often asked how old we thought he would live to be. He missed Mama. On that last morning, he looked around the corner and said "Good morning" to Pamela... and she asked how he was. And he said, "I am just thankful to be here another day."
