My father died today. Around three thirty. My older sister Carolyn was with him. It is what he wanted. He was not happy with his life.
I was in Edgerton garden around that time, a fitting place. I was weeding, and planting. Things my father did, which instilled the love of gardening in me.
I had a dream last night about a cobalt blue glass goblet. It was etched with names, or dates, or something else, I cannot remember. It broke in the dream, and I knew it could not be repaired, it was so precious. I may have been passing it to someone else, perhaps one of my sisters, when it broke.
I will go to Illinois tomorrow for a few days.
Rest in peace, Daddy.