And we say goodbye.

My father didn't really lose his battle on Monday, July 2nd, 2012, he ended a really good run.  He died in his home, very peacefully, and sneakily during the hours when his daughters weren't around.

The past two weeks having been surprising to me. I've spent hours talking, bathing, laughing, crying some, with my Dad and his family. I spent time with his sisters and got to know them both a little better. I've spent time with my step-sister talking about when we were kids and how much trouble we used to get into with and without Dad around. All in all it has been very, very strange. I never thought I would dive in to be around in his final days, but he was my Dad. Despite years of self-preservation to keep from getting hurt or letting out the anger I've had all these years, I was there in the end letting things roll off my shoulders. I can't say I've forgotten, but I have at least forgiven him.