One week ago my stepfather for 37 years died, 68 years old. He was the kindest, most helpful man with a great sense of humor. Until five months before his death he was never ill, but strong and fit. Then illness hit and in end he suffered terribly. That was the hardest part, being unable to ease the pain.
The funeral was yesterday. More than 100 people attended, both at church and afterwards. He was a very popular man because of his warm and friendly personality. He was successful in his work life, had a loving family and made many good friends, leaving my mother with a great network of people ready to help her through these hard times.
Now he will be missed by all of us, but we take comfort in the thought of all the happy moments we shared with him. There's plenty to laugh at as he was the life of the party, in a manner that always included others.
Having lived a happy life is all we can hope for, and 68 years are more than many people get in this world. I just wish the last five months didn't happen! But he's at peace now and we have to move on. He has set a great example for all of us to follow, and that way keep him alive in our hearts. What more can anyone ask for?