Mariela,
Even with our differences right now, my thoughts and prayers go out to you. I don't know how you feel, although I know that my dad is getting in the worry about age, plus the fact that he has had 2 heart attacks and still eating stupid stuff (greesy hamburgers, french fries, fast food crap) and just thinking about the day when he passes my stomach drops and my heart starts pounding. I try to avoid all thoughts of it and that just makes it worse on my end. I know you well, and I know that the love for your father was greater than anyone could imagine.
Let me end this with a beautiful quote I hope to have said at my funeral:“When King Lear dies in Act Five do you know what Shakespeare has written? He’s written ‘He dies.’ That’s all. Nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is ‘He dies.’ It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with… ‘He dies.’ And yet every time I read those two words I find myself overwhelmed with disphoria. And I know it’s only natural to be sad but not because of the words ‘He dies’ but because of the life we saw prior to the words. I’ve lived all five of my acts of my life, and I am not asking you to be happy that I must go …I’m only asking you that you turn the page, continue reading, and let the next story begin. And if anyone ever asks what became of me you relate my life in all it’s wonder and end it with a simple and modest ‘He died.’ ….Your life is an occasion … rise to it.”