Have you ever loved someone so much you didn’t know how you could possibly live without them? Did you ever pray that you could hold them just one more time? When my father died of Alzheimer’s on October 27th, 2008, that was exactly how I felt. But when my father became ill in February 2005, my husband, Cesar, and I put our home in San Francisco up for sale so we could move to the Phoenix area to be with him. So we left the home and the jobs we loved to move to the desert. For two years we were unemployed, but we were by my father’s side day in and day out, until he peacefully passed at the age of 81. Like many of your loved ones, I remember his smile, his laugh, and his joy. I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.
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