DEATH IN THE FAMILY

RIP GEORGE MARTIN McCORMICK, MY DAD

My Dad died in his sleep on Father’s Day morning. It was a gift. After spending several months bedridden, he was ready to go. Mom was at his side throughout. She’s at peace now too without having to worry about his discomfort or lack of appetite. Basically, he didn’t want to die in hospital, so he just stopped eating. He was a man of will power all the way to the end. I stopped in at least once a week, then more frequently over the past several weeks as he began to fade. His family and friends were there for him throughout. In the end, it’s not how you die, it’s how you live. Dad lived with honor, integrity, and humor. I’m also at peace with his death, though a bit distracted. I will be working through grief and funeral details for a while. My Substack production might slow, but I’ll keep at it. Dad would want it that way.

Talk soon,

Mike