Daddy

My father died one year ago on this day.

My sisters, my nephew, and I—we sat around him, holding onto each other and holding onto him. I know he knew we were there because he refused to die until his three girls and one grandson were present. We all told him our secret goodbyes alone, and the Hospice center sent in someone to pray.

Then peacefully, with all of us there, he took his last breath and left us. I miss him every day.

Herb Liming

1931-2021