My father died on 18 January, at home, in his own bed. He was almost 98.
He lived a good long life, and we are thankful for it. Thankful, too, that we (my sister, brother and I) were beside him when he died.
My mother, at 95, is coping reasonably well without her partner of 70 years.
Father’s funeral will be on February 7th at the community centre near his home in Cairns.
I will post again sometime in February or March.
In the meantime, please enjoy a favourite photo of me and my father. It was taken about 1998 in Maadi, Cairo. Dad loved Egypt and he and my mother made two visits to Cairo when I lived there from 1994 to 1998.
it is night.
The night is for stillness.
Let us be still in the presence of God.
It is night after a long day.
What has been done has been done;
what has not been done has not been done;
let it be.
The night is dark.
Let our fears of the darkness of the world and of our own lives
rest in you.
The night is quiet
Let the quietness of your peace enfold us,
all dear to us
and all who have no peace.
The night heralds the dawn.
Let us look expectantly to a new day,
In your name we pray.
© A New Zealand Prayer Book He Karakia Mihinare o Aotearoa 1989 p.185