Recently, my beloved dad passed away. He was 88 and still sprightly until the last day, residing in an aged care facility. He embraced the “family” and home it provided, and he was truly happy.
I moved Dad from South NSW to Sydney three years ago, and it was at this time that my girlfriends were my support. With the help of two of my close friends, we completely turned Dad’s “bachelor pad” into something that a lady may want to live in. These two friends worked tirelessly over 36 hours painting, cleaning and more painting; we laughed so much and collapsed at the end of the two days, with the end result a bright, homely mobile home. Other friends came with me to visit Dad in his new digs and helped put together Ikea bookshelves, desks, etc. It was lovely for Dad to see some other visiting faces other than mine.
The time came when Dad’s body finally gave in to his failing heart and lungs, and the messages of support and love were plenty, and especially from my girlfriends. One offered to come to the funeral home to be with me, even though she has her own business and is usually run off her feet. (Of course, my hubby and daughters offered as well.) Another one of my dear friends insisted on meeting me at Dad’s room to help me clear it. We spent quite a few hours sorting and clearing his belongings, and the company of my friend made this process more bearable. Sharing this time, I will be eternally grateful to her.
These are the times that friends, along with family, are needed and help lighten the load. I am so blessed to have these special people in my life.