My Dad

Died about an hour ago, of course I'm sad, but I'm also alright about it. He's been sick for quite awhile now, and not really himself this last six months or so. I'll miss him. Now he's not in pain or scared. He was a good man but mostly, he was my Dad. I love him and the last time we talked I told him so. He told me he was proud of me. I'm lighting a candle and pouring him a glass of water to ease his way. After awhile, crocodile.