This time last week, I was on my way to the airport to pick up my mom and step-father, Ron.
Today, I’m barely 24 hours from his memorial service.
It’s almost unbelievable.
He died very suddenly and quite unexpectedly just a few hours after I picked them up from the airport. Brain aneurysm.
We had a great day last Saturday, but they weren’t here to see me. Ron has a daughter (who was born when he was very young) – who decided recently to learn about her biological background and to find him. They formed a relationship over the past 11 months or so via letters and email and phone calls.
He was here to meet her.
He died just after we all had dinner together.
I could not make this up if I tried.
He was my mom’s best friend for 15 years. They had just moved to Key West last year. Their paradise.
I just don’t understand.
Thanksgiving obviously didn’t happen for us in the traditional sense, but it was good. Peaceful.
I’m starting to feel like I’m waking up from a dream.