InsaneJournal

Current mood:	devastated
Current music:	my son sleeping

In Memoriam...Rest now Daddy
My father, Alfred Magliochetti III, died this evening. He was 63 yrs old. He had lung cancer. All he wanted was to die at home, peacefully, in his sleep. He got what he wanted, and is no longer in pain or suffering. I think he may have ended it himself, but I'll never know for sure, nor do I think it's that important any more.. I knew this morning it would be today. It's his youngest granddaughter's 13th birthday. The waiting game is over. For those of you who have sent your love and thoughts, support and prayers over the last 7 months, thank you, to all of you, it meant more than my numb mind can put into words right now. When we have set a date and time for a memorial, which will just be a party here at the house, since he didn't want anything, I will post it. It may take some time, since I will not do it unless all my siblings are here. If anyone wants to get in touch, call the house or cell, if you don't have them PM me and I will give them to you. I love you all, very much. My dad was a good man.. a stubborn pain in the ass, but a good man, and I'm relieved his suffering is over. I'm sorry his grandson won't get to know him, and neither will his other grandchildren, who despite being in their teens only just met him. He was sarcastic, a smart ass, but great fun when he was on top of his game. I refuse to remember him the way he was the last few months.. he was angry, resentful, depressed.. I want to remember him as he was when I was little, always quick to smile and laugh and always being silly, even when it wasn't quite appropriate. I want to remember him walking me down the isle, dancing at my wedding, holding my son minutes after he was born..

I've not much else to say, except, again, I love you all and Thank you...

And Daddy.. I love you always. You will be missed.