Please feel free to look at my first question so you can understand the meaning of this post.
My father passed away on tuesday after a final hour of rest on his bed. It was quite a shock as the doctors had said he may reach the end of this month, but he was getting very tired; we spent the last few days driving around as he wanted to see all the places that were special to him one last time. We went for a walk in the woods (my father in a wheelchair) where he proposed to my mum, and fed the ducks at the lake she always used to love sitting at. Then we went to see a football game at our local ground, it was very touching because at the end of the match all of the players came and shook his hand and said they would sign a shirt for him- he had gone to nearly every home game for the last thirty years.
He died old and tired, longing to see his wife and friends again and glad he'd had a long, happy life. His last words were 'Now my light has gone out,', and he had a smile on his face.
2006-10-05
02:02:35
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