My Dad Died Last Night šŸ™

I know this is heartbreaking for you Patty. I'm sure he counted himself among the lucky ones to have had you for his daughter. It would have been a privilege to meet him. For what it's worth, you will always have him with you. He is part of who you are, and you always have his voice and memories to recall from time to time. I hope our support here will help you a bit as you process this. šŸ¤—
 
Thank you all for your understanding in my time of loss. Iā€™m most grateful.

Itā€™s my father so it IS a big loss.

To me, my dad played Chopin better than Chopin. He was a brilliant pianist and I got to hear it live. I think I may have taken that for granted at times.

Even while playing outside with the neighbourhood kids, he could be heard. I ā€˜wasā€™ proud of my dad in these moments.

We got the piano shortly after moving to Canada from England.
Clearly my dad wasnā€™t a beginner.
He sat down and played Chopin Nocturne 9 , No.2; perfectly.


Even at an early age, it sent shivers down my spine and throughout my skin. Iā€™d never heard anything so beautiful in my life. My dad played many beautiful classical songs, mainly impromptuā€™s and nocturnes.

We had a solid wood floor so the sound of the piano echoed throughout the house. Chopin truly used all 66 keys

Chopin - Frantaise - Impromptus, ( Op.66 )


Claire de Lune


While writing about my dad, I shall add songs that he introduced me to in my younger years. Thereā€™s no doubt that I got my appreciation of music from my dad. My mom was tone deaf. Literally.

Besides playing classical, he played a lot of pop songs and sang . Iā€™d stand and sing right beside him. Without knowing it I learned how to harmonize by listening to my father. He could add harmony to anything.

At 95, my dad wasnā€™t doing well so heā€™s definitely in a better place and in this place heā€™ll automatically know how much he was loved by myself and others.

Iā€™m truly grateful that I was able to forgive him before he died. It took me years to learn how to forgive something so profound but I did.

Forgiveness came in layers and each layer came with new perspective and appreciation. Only when I learned to forgive , could I really know him as a person ; which he deserved.

At the moment Iā€™m still in shock but Iā€™d like to share all the wonderful things Iā€™ve learned about my dad over the next few weeks. He deserves it.
 
PeppermintPatty said:
He was 95!
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My sincere condolences and sympathies plus loads of šŸ¤—šŸ¤—šŸ¤—šŸ¤—.

I've lost mine at 13 a month's short of my 14th birthday. He was just 57 years young. It was very suddenly... We're facing the 50th anniversary this year on Valentine's Day all alone, just me and daughter.

There's not a day since that I've missed him and made sure that he knew of my life's events.

It's difficult at any age when we lose our precious Papas. However, they're there just behind the veil watching over us, giving us reassurance in subtle ways... Blessed be!
 
Patty, I am sorry for your loss. I have also suffered through this loss.

I was very close to my father and when he passed, at 69, I also was devastated. I did not think I would ever get over it. But I did! I still miss him every day and think of him often and the many things he taught me. But somehow, I did get over his loss and found a way to get on with my life.

I think the morning we all face is necessary, feeling the pain and loss is necessary to the process. That in time leads us to acceptance and then you learn to just move on. We all do it in our own way and in our own time, but we all do it naturally.
 
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PeppermintPatty said:
Thank you all for your understanding in my time of loss. Iā€™m most grateful.

Itā€™s my father so it IS a big loss.

To me, my dad played Chopin better than Chopin. He was a brilliant pianist and I got to hear it live. I think I may have taken that for granted at times.

Even while playing outside with the neighbourhood kids, he could be heard. I ā€˜wasā€™ proud of my dad in these moments.

We got the piano shortly after moving to Canada from England.
Clearly my dad wasnā€™t a beginner.
He sat down and played Chopin Nocturne 9 , No.2; perfectly.


Even at an early age, it sent shivers down my spine and throughout my skin. Iā€™d never heard anything so beautiful in my life. My dad played many beautiful classical songs, mainly impromptuā€™s and nocturnes.

We had a solid wood floor so the sound of the piano echoed throughout the house. Chopin truly used all 66 keys

Chopin - Frantaise - Impromptus, ( Op.66 )


Claire de Lune


While writing about my dad, I shall add songs that he introduced me to in my younger years. Thereā€™s no doubt that I got my appreciation of music from my dad. My mom was tone deaf. Literally.

Besides playing classical, he played a lot of pop songs and sang . Iā€™d stand and sing right beside him. Without knowing it I learned how to harmonize by listening to my father. He could add harmony to anything.

At 95, my dad wasnā€™t doing well so heā€™s definitely in a better place and in this place heā€™ll automatically know how much he was loved by myself and others.

Iā€™m truly grateful that I was able to forgive him before he died. It took me years to learn how to forgive something so profound but I did.

Forgiveness came in layers and each layer came with new perspective and appreciation. Only when I learned to forgive , could I really know him as a person ; which he deserved.

At the moment Iā€™m still in shock but Iā€™d like to share all the wonderful things Iā€™ve learned about my dad over the next few weeks. He deserves it.
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That's a wonderful post. I'm glad you're honoring your Dad! šŸŽ¹
 


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