My step-dad died this morning at 7:15, about 12 hours after being moved to hospice care. He died peacefully in his sleep at his son’s house. Always the preferable way to die, I think.
There’s a lot to say about him but I’ll keep it relatively short.
The one thing I’m thankful for, besides all the help and support he provided me and my brother over the years, is how he made my mom happy for 30+ years. As he said many times, she was the love of his life. When she passed away about 5 years ago, he was absolutely crushed.
I’m thankful because at the time she met him she was an unhappy, single mother of 2, barely getting by financially, and I could tell she was extremely lonely. My step-dad changed all of that.
They routinely gave cards to each other with loving notes inside, he was patient with her in all things, he built her dream house with his own hands, and he cared for her as well as any husband could while she was going through the horrible experience of cancer.
In the end, he died peacefully in his sleep. He’ll be buried next to the love of his life. He’ll be remembered.