lucy reeves
18-10 2016 13:27
wrote:
From the cradle to the coffin, underwear comes first- Bertolt Brecht.
This morning at 2.40am my beautiful, thoughtful, shy and culturally pompous father died. He was surrounded by family and friends, he went peacefully, with dignity and his final words were 'I love you too'. You could not have written it more beautifully. Five weeks ago he announced he would be leaving soon and invited everyone to say goodbye. He directed it perfectly which means you have to smile. Over that time being anywhere else but in the same house with him was impossible, then the same room, as his world shrunk to who mattered most.
To me it is a testament to his friendships spanning decades when they wanted to be woken in the middle of the night to be there at his last breath. We had a cuppa around his bed and laughed with tears.
Not realising he needed underwear when we dressed him, we grabbed the nearest pair of pants, which were cycling shorts, anyone who knows him will know how funny that is.
He went knowing he was deeply loved and the hole he will leave seems unmeasurable, but that love will get us through.
lucy reeves
18-10 2016 13:27
wrote:
From the cradle to the coffin, underwear comes first- Bertolt Brecht.
This morning at 2.40am my beautiful, thoughtful, shy and culturally pompous father died. He was surrounded by family and friends, he went peacefully, with dignity and his final words were 'I love you too'. You could not have written it more beautifully. Five weeks ago he announced he would be leaving soon and invited everyone to say goodbye. He directed it perfectly which means you have to smile. Over that time being anywhere else but in the same house with him was impossible, then the same room, as his world shrunk to who mattered most.
To me it is a testament to his friendships spanning decades when they wanted to be woken in the middle of the night to be there at his last breath. We had a cuppa around his bed and laughed with tears.
Not realising he needed underwear when we dressed him, we grabbed the nearest pair of pants, which were cycling shorts, anyone who knows him will know how funny that is.
He went knowing he was deeply loved and the hole he will leave seems unmeasurable, but that love will get us through.
