My dad passed away at nearly 97 two years ago. But we were so blessed to have visited him in Chicago just three days before his death. Ironically, we had come to Chicago to surprise our close friend Alan, who had lost his wife barely a week before, and we spent nearly 3 hours with dad before driving to the suburbs to see Alan. Dad looked wonderful and while he was a little tired, he was talkative and full of questions about our trip to China (we had just returned the week before with our new grandson, Lucas). Regrettably, Lucas was home with his mom and they were planning to visit dad later that summer.
We had barely unpacked from our trip when the phone rang that following Tuesday morning. When my brother shared the news that dad had gone so fast with no long goodbyes, I was shocked but not surprised. That was dad. He was never sick, never suffered and never lost his boundless energy.