Tomorrow is probably the day my father-figure’s father-figure dies.
He was a good man, made a lot of promises he never kept, but a good man nonetheless.
I’m sorry we never had a good connection, and I’m sorry I haven’t really spoken with you in the last 10 years.
I’m glad I went and said goodbye to you today. You seemed tired, but it was the best conversation we’ve ever had.
I know you’re ready to go. You even said so yourself.
When you were a prisoner during the war, who would’ve thought that your time wouldn’t be then, but 70 years later, warm in a hospital bed, with kids and grandkids by your side.
It’s OK, we know you wanna fight. But somehow it’s OK to let go too. 💚⛵🏁🙏