DB's dad died a couple of hours ago.
We expected this because he has been in full-on dementia for some time and very very frail for the past several weeks. When we were up there for the wedding a week ago, he was almost comatose after being in the hospital with pneumonia. Expecting it doesn't make it any easier.
I never knew Daddy-O until after he had started to really decline...but I know him. I know him from loving his son. I know him because half of my true love, DB, is him. I know him from loving the family of which he was (and is) the patriarch.
The past year or so, Daddy-O has been trying to find his way "home". He'd wander away from his house looking for "home". He'd call here looking for his mom. He got mad ("goddamn it, I want to go home!"). And now...he's home.
Thank you, Daddy-O, for giving the gift of DB, of the PDs, of all the grandkids and of your amazing family to me. I love you for that. I really do.