Shock

It's 2am and we are home from seeing Tom's Dad. For the last time. Our Pookie passed away this evening. We were called from the assisted around 10:30 this evening to let us know that he was checked on and found sitting in his chair with Baba's blanket wrapped around him, gone. He didn't suffer. He just looked asleep. Laura and Becca went in to see him. It wasn't bad. Becca touched him and said goodbye. She took it the hardest. As I write this, she is curled up in the chair, in our room. The chair was Baba's favorite and the blanket that she is wrapped in is the one Pookie had put on himself this evening. At first, I was surprised that she would want that blanket. As I look at her sleeping, I realize what the blanket means to her. She is holding on to Pookie. She will never forget that blanket. None of us will.

If you look back on one of my previous blogs, you will see that I called Pookie the "Fox Whisperer". At his home, he fed the fox and had them almost eating out of his hand. Within the past year, the fox had stopped coming due to the construction going on around the assisted living facility. Tonight, around 9:30, Tom and Becca were in our backyard and a fox ran right in front of them. As Tom and Jan pulled into the assisted living facility tonight, a fox crossed right in front of them. I know it was probably coincidence that tonight of all nights we saw all these fox, but I would like to think that it was Pookie saying goodbye. I would like to think of him free and sly.

Pookie was my second Dad and I will miss him dearly. I was so blessed with the most wonderful in laws a woman could have. I don't even realize how much he meant to me.

Say a prayer for us over the next few weeks. We will need it.