Today I marked the 5th anniversary of my father's passing. Five years ago I walked into his hospital room and said 'comment ça va mon père?' It's a greeting I used many times over the years especially when I'd visit him in the hospital. It translates to 'how's it going my father?' and even though I knew he was dying I said it just the same. He didn't answer me that time and I didn't expect him to, and with those brief words from me he quickly passed away. Faster than anyone else his nurse had ever cared for. And for all of his earlier illnesses and battles, it was truly amazing that he went so peacefully and quickly.
I miss him so much but as the years have passed there are days that go by without me thinking about him. I didn't think it would be possible when he died, but it is. Today also marks 10 weeks since my nephew Paul committed suicide and it is still too fresh and painful to go more than a day without thinking about him and missing him so. In time I know the sorrow will ease, much like it has with my dad. God bless them both.