It been a pretty wild last couple days.
A few weeks ago one of the local Sportsmans Clubs asked me if I could bring some of my stuff to their youth mentors day. I’ve done this several times in the past . They haven’t done it since Covid and I was glad they decided to start it up again. I told them I would try my best to be there.
My dad has been on a journey for the past two years. He had Alzheimer’s extremely bad. He has been trying to go home for a couple years now.
Last night my siblings, their spouses and our step mother gathered with dad.
I wrote him a Aloha letter and read it to him. I told him I wasn’t going to tell him goodbye again. I had done that so many times already, thinking it was time when it wasn’t yet.
I told him it wasn’t up to me as to when it was time. I told him it was okay if he did though and that we would be okay. That we would remember him and pray for him. That he was a good father and had done a good job of raising us to be people this world could use more of. That we all just wanted what was best for him.
I told him all that and a bunch more.
Then I told him Aloha. Hello, goodbye and until we meet again.
We all told him our deepest wishes for him and how much we loved him.
I think it was one of those very rare moments where deep down inside somewhere he actually understood.
I know it sounds terrible but I left feeling better and hoping I didn’t see him suffer anymore.
This morning I woke up remembering I had promised to take my stuff to the youth mentor day.
I really didn’t know if I was still going to. I didn’t have anything packed and it’s a quite a bit of work to pack it all up. Haul it 35 miles set it all back up again. Show it to kids and parents for four hours answering the same questions over and over again. Pack it all back up haul it 35 miles back home. Unload it and sit it all back up again.
I didn’t think about it very long. I knew I needed to.
I knew I would enjoy it.
I knew the kids and parents would to and I really think stuff like this is important.
I didn’t take quite as much stuff as I normally would have, but it was plenty enough for everyone to look at .
I told the people who invited me when they thanked me for coming that I was glad to do it and I was glad they did all the work to organize it.
I told them about my dad and that I really needed to do this anyway.
As the kids started arriving my phone started receiving text.
My stepmother text saying they thought dad wasn’t going to be long.
That he was nearing the end of his journey.
I continued with the mentor day and like I knew I would. I felt very relaxed and happy for my dad. I enjoyed seeing all the young kids just starting their journey knowing my dad was ending one and starting another.
I stayed pretty busy with the kids and parents and occasionally got a chance to glance at the text on my phone.
And there it was. My dad had taken his last breath. He started his next journey. I felt so happy for him.
After the kids and parents were gone I packed everything up and headed home. I stopped at my dads sister in laws and told her in person. My dad’s brother had taken this same journey several years ago and she understood completely.
Then I went home. Unloaded my stuff. Sit it all back up again and contacted friends and family.
I guess that’s maybe why I’m writing this now. I do consider many of you friends and almost like family.
No need to be sorry. I really lost my dad years ago. Now I just feel happy for him and know he has a wonderful journey ahead.
Thanks for reading this.
Bjrogg