Bye Daddy-O

Our family home until Dad sold it 2008

I don’t know exactly how it started – he occasionally used the moniker when we were growing up – but several years ago, in one of our Sunday telephone conversations, my father began referring to himself as Daddy-O again. He signed the cards that accompanied my birthday flowers, and even Christmas cards until he could no longer send them. So, that’s what I started calling him too. It had a lighthearted, mischievous ring to it that suited my dad and his subtle brand of humour.

A couple of hours ago, I got THE call. The one I’ve been waiting for, but hoped I wouldn’t have to receive. The good news is my dad is no longer in the hospital; the bad news is I’m going to miss him terribly.

I will be going back to Winnipeg again; this time to say “Goodbye Daddy-O.”


2 comments on “Bye Daddy-O

  1. Oh, I am so sorry. It’s so sad even when someone leads a full life and is sick. I hope you are doing okay and get through this. This is life, isn’t it? My thoughts are with you.

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