Hello folks,
It's been a week and a half now since my father passed away, peacefully at home on Easter Sunday morning.
Sorry, but to save myself some time, I am just copying and pasting what i shared on Facebook that evening, Sunday, April 17:
My dad passed away peacefully at home today. He was 98 and had been under hospice care since April 8. I feel blessed to have been able to serve him these last several months as he struggled with health issues. He never complained and told me that he had lived a good long life. God bless my dad. He was a constant in my life that I did not fully appreciate until these last several months.
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Then I posted on April 21:
I want to thank all who have shown me love and concern for me after my dad's passing. I am grateful to my dad who had me as his son, and provided for his family all these years. He passed peacefully in his own home on Easter morning. Though this was sad, it released me to get on with my own life. As a Christian, this held meaningful symbolism to me of rebirth and Easter.
I was able to meet with my friends that I normally meet with on Sunday afternoon. And then I was able to go visit my good friend, Alice and once again see her wonderful garden. We even shared a simple meal that we prepared together (I got to harvest some greens from her garden and cook that).
I recently joined the Recovery Cafe, and as a result was able to attend a Sharks game on Tuesday night (box suite!). It was Indian Heritage Night. I had the pleasure of getting to shake Robin Bawa's hand. He was the first player of South Asian descent to play in the NHL, and played for the San Jose Sharks.
Then yesterday, some friends from my Saturday morning Bible study came to visit me. The entire group had contributed towards getting me some flowers. Gorgeous orchids. In the evening, another friend from church brought me dinner and we spent 3 hours talking over dinner.
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I shared a little bit more, but those details were meant for a specific group of friends that I have. In any case, I am feeling fine. I think that I did right by my dad, and was a good caregiver for him. He didn't complain at all during this time, and told me that he had lived a good long life. But I guess I already said that.