Slouched in his comfy chair sat Dad growing old, sick, and impatient, eager to explore other worlds. “Let’s launch this rocket already!” he chided.
The doctors finally pronounced him fit for travel.
The chair is now gone.
All that remain are the smoldering indentations of the legs.
God speed, Dad.
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Touching, hopeful, and poignant. Makes me think of my late father’s recliner which we still have and use.
Thank you…that’s sweet you still have your dad’s recliner…in a way, he is still with you.
It is a lovely story
Thank you Derek. In memory of dads everywhere.
My god, what a word picture and send-off blessing Kelsey!
Thank you Jacqui!
Great story!
Respectfully, your father reminded me, for a minute, of Jerry “Lenny Briscoe” Orbach in his final episode of Law & Order: “That’s it for me,” Lenny said(knowing he had accomplished all he could have as a detective).
Thanks, Steve! My dad wasn’t a detective, but a surgeon, which is sometimes sort of a detective. He was an old-time doctor, a real healer who listened to his patients. Even on his last day of life, his hands were as steady as a rock.