I really don’t care for April Fool’s Day. It was on April Fool’s Day 1984 when my brother had to call me and my sister and tell us our father had passed away.
This last Memorial Day weekend I had a chance to talk with someone who was with my dad during his last moments.
My dad was a Life Master bridge player and was competing in a tournament with one of his favorite partners, Masa. He and Masa had been doing well and he was reviewing some of their results. He just gently crumpled forward and at first Masa thought he was clowning around, fainting because they were doing so well.
It quickly became obvious that something was wrong and an announcement was made for anyone with medical training to come to his assistance. There were doctors and other medical people playing in the tournament and he had immediate attention. Unfortunately he had some kind of massive heart failure and had slipped away very quickly and quietly.
He was gone in just a moment with no pain, doing something he loved to do, surrounded by his friends and peers.
Here is my dad at one of his favorite activities, teaching bridge!
Masa reminded me that dad’s last moments were doing something he loved.
How often do you hear someone say “I hope I go in my sleep”?
I was visiting him and my mom that morning and remember him getting ready to play in the tournament. He was going to have a fun and happy day.
Thank you Masa for making a sad memory a happy one too!