an addendum to my last post

Upon re-reading what I wrote, I wanted to add that in the time we waited for Mr Perman and his assistant  to arrive, I remember looking at my Father's body lying in that hospital bed in my brother's living room and thinking that my Daddy was no longer present. There was such clarity in knowing that the body there was just a shell that my Daddy had lived and grown old in, but it was not HIM.