I had a humorous post lined up for today, but I learned Monday night that my father had passed away suddenly. You may remember that my mother died on July 4. He had missed her terribly for the last six months. He told me after Christmas that it was the first Christmas in sixty-six years they had not spent together—the first Christmas since they were fifteen.
Now they are together again.
So humor isn’t at the top of my list today, and I’ve had to come up with something else to say. But it is too early. Too soon. It will take me awhile to come to terms with his death. We had grown very close in the past several years.
In the meantime, as I process his passing, I am traveling to be with my brother and sister, making lists and more lists of things to do and people to contact. Death has once again caused me to be in central planning mode. Together we will get through our loss, and perhaps find strength and compassion from it.
Here are a few of my favorite posts about my father:
- Dad, Me, and the New Capri
- Working Through the Generations: Happy 80th Birthday to my Father
- Another Pie Story
- Another Homemade Father’s Day Gift
- A Valentine’s Day Charm
Thomas Claudson, rest in peace.