This is Dad when he came to stay with us in France in 2018.
And here in 2014.
Same cardigan, I think.
On his 90th birthday.
In Chinon in September 2012, at the tender age of 83.
My father passed away peacefully in his sleep last night. He had been in hospital for three weeks after falling in his apartment, then he was transferred to a care home where he lived for just one more week. He was 93, and in fact was just four months short of his 94th birthday.
He had been an officer in the Royal Navy, was a gifted design engineer, an accomplished pianist, a writer and, of course, a caring husband, father and grandfather.
R.I.P., my dear old dad.
I am so sorry for your loss. I appreciate that the last year has been incredibly difficult, and these past few weeks particularly distressing. But even if his illness had taken away much of his former self, he was still your Dad - and bereavement hurts. My thoughts and prayers are with you all, especially yourself and your brother. RIP to a true gentleman.
ReplyDeleteGosh, what a shock! But the least distressing way for him to go. It will take you a little while to get over it though.
ReplyDeleteSo sorry. It is always a shock when a loved one passes. Kia kaha
ReplyDeleteCondolences to you and the family.
ReplyDeleteCondolences and sympathy, Jean. Take comfort in the fact that your Dad lived a good, long life.
ReplyDeleteCondolences to you, it will be a relief but you will feel the grief for some time. Still miss Mum even though she always said for an age she wanted to go. They were the same age.
ReplyDeleteI was sorry to read this post although it is a moving tribute. Please accept my sincere condolences.
ReplyDeleteSad news indeed. This was a loving tribute you wrote. He sounds a man of honor.
ReplyDeleteI've been reading your blog for quite a few years, including the many updates about your dad's health and living situation - very sorry to hear the news; my condolences, a lovely tribute.
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