|Vernon Lambing on His Snap-On Truck, Circa 2000|
On the morning of his death he woke up and said, "I am here, I thought I was gone." Those were his last words, he died about an hour later. Heart wrenching, even now.
I still cry about his death, he was 68, and not ready to leave this world. I know it is cliche, but I am still angry about how he died. Cancer is cruel. I try to not to be get caught up in this cycle of anger and grief, but today it caught me as soon as I woke up and here I am allowing myself to feel the anguish of my loss.
Tomorrow I will tuck away the pain and focus on the good memories before the cancer, but today I tarry in the land of grief. Excuse the self-indulgence, I am human and sometimes I just need to cry.
(Please No Comments, everyone has been so supportive, sometimes I just need to vent.)