At 8:15am on Friday, December 1 my dad passed away peacefully at the farm while surrounded by his family.
He was where he wanted to be, at home. He also needed to hear from my mom that it was ok for him to go. Seconds after she told him it was ok, he breathed his last breath.
We got him home. Tons of his family and friends came to visit yesterday and that made him so happy. While he wasn’t able to talk, he was still able to communicate and continued to be his goofy self up to the end. One story we like to tell is when Jan Rude came to see him yesterday. He told my dad that when he was here to visit him earlier in the day he had crawled right into bed alongside of him. My dad who appeared to be in a state of slumber immediately started to make kissy face sounds towards him. That was SO my dad. Throughout his time at Mayo these last few weeks he would also constantly be joking and making us all laugh.
The farm will never be the same without him. Today it feels like our world has stopped turning all together. But we are all at peace knowing he was ready to go be with God and his parents. And now we are left to figure out how to navigate this world without the greatest man any of us will ever know. The only man my mom has ever loved. The best, most loving and perfectly annoying dad and grandpa. The kind of father-in-law every guy hopes to have one day.
We love you always.