Thank you to everyone who commented on my last post...my tribute to my Dad as a runner. It means a lot.
I got a call yesterday morning at work that my Dad was not doing well.
I scrambled around packing, securing child care, finishing up at work as best I could through a teary haze and started the long drive to my hometown.
When I got there I laid my head on his chest to hear that runner's heart again. I told him how much I loved him and thanked him for everything he did for me.
My Dad took his last breath only minutes after my sister and I got there.
Goodbye sweet Dad. Thank you for everything. I'm so sorry my children will not know their Pumpa.
Thank you for waiting until we could get there to say goodbye.