I have been sitting at my Dad'd bedside at the hospital for a wee while and yesterday afternoon, while cradled in my arms, he slipped away.
During the time we had left, I told him how loved he was, what a wonderful Grandfather to his grandchildren who adored him and read him lovely words that my Mother had written to him in a letter I found that she had written to him years before.
Mum died 20 years ago and I asked her help to take Dad to the Light and that I was ready to let him go to her care and love.
Just seconds before Dad took his last breath, the most beautiful smile shone across his face - almost as if he was seeing someone he had not seen for a long time - and he passed away.
I feel as if I was deeply honoured to have shared in such a profoundly spiritual experience. I feel happy to have held Dad's hand as he was taken by the other hand to a far more beautiful and peaceful place.
The love does not stop.
God bless you my Dad. x