My Father...

My father is dying. I know that from the moment of birth we are all dying but it's now time for him. After almost 91 years his heart has worn out, hospice was called in 6 weeks ago and his body is going through it's re-birthing process.
I'm lucky. I was able to know my father as a person. In the last 10 years I have been able to visit with him. We have hit the Texas Fort Trail and visited countless museums. He convinced me that I could start college at 54 and I gave him the honor of putting the parking sticker on my car as well as framing my first Dean's List certificate. He supported my arts by helping me set up for my first art show, attending many concerts and watching The Music Man because I had worked on the sets even though he had to travel 400 miles to do so. We got to talk about our childhoods. I got to find out where my great grand parents are buried and heard stories of going to Tabernacle Meetings in a wagon. We both apologized for things that happened during my teen years,my parents divorce, my rebellion, and we became friends. We sang together in his church choir when I visited him and he did the same when he came here
Yes, I am lucky. I not only have a father, I have a friend and I will be holding his hand and singing.when he goes home.