I rarely post anything about my personal life on this blog because its primary purpose is to explain the role of a PIO.
Allow me to make an exception.
My father, Dave Easley, passed away yesterday. He joined my mom, Alice, in Heaven and had a huge grin on his face at the very moment he left. I know they were reaching out to each other. It was a truly holy moment.
After my mom died suddenly and unexpectedly in January 2007, my dad never recovered. They had been married 60 years.
I have been coming down to San Diego just about every weekend to try to build my dad up, take him on excursions and try to keep him engaged in life.
But nobody could help him. Not his family, not his friends, not his church, not his doctors. Many, many times he said he just wanted to go be with my mom, and now they are reunited.
I am grateful for the love and support and kindness that so many have expressed to me this past week while my dad went from emergency room to ICU to Hospice. The rapid turn of events has been monumentally overwhelming.
I'll post more in the next few days. For now my sister and two brothers and I will be consumed with all the necessary details and process that must be dealt with at a time such as this.
Once again, please bear with me.
“It’s our postcard”
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