Remembering Dad

On this day last year, my dad removed an oxygen mask that enabled his pneumonia ridden lungs to bring oxygen into his body. His body, weakened from stomach cancer, held on to life for about an hour before he transcended. While he labored his last breaths, I walked the beach praying for him....praying for my family...crying. It is so difficult to say good-bye. All I can do is keep on trucking along, carrying his love and memories with me. I can support my family in their grief. I can rest knowing his spirit is enjoying a ride on a John Deer tractor through a freshly mowed green lawn. Perhaps my own lawn here in Hawaii.