June 10

It is a beautiful morning. It was a nice day as well 23 years ago. I was riding on the bus to go home to see my dad as he was not doing well after his stroke. All the way there (3 hours or more) I kept thinking, he could be gone and I wouldn't even know it. The bus drove right past the hospital but I was unable to get off until it came to a stop at the bus terminal. My brother picked me up there and told me the news. Dad had passed away. Somewhere along that trip, he was gone. Was it while we drove through Ponoka? or Red Deer? maybe Olds or Innisfail? Perhaps just as I drove past the hospital, his spirit said goodbye? 

I had seen him on the weekend and this was Wednesday morning. He had hung on for quite a while. Perhaps it was the best thing for him to have slipped away before I arrived. I'm not sure I could have stood watching him leave me. I know he loved me. That's all that counts.

Miss you daddy...love you.

In your chair with Father's Day hat ~ E.R. Field ~