“Eighty-six years… that’s a good, long life,” a friend remarked. Indeed, it is, yet it still feels too short. Dad’s cancer journey came to an end this morning. If there’s one thing that I’m thankful for, is that cancer gave us time to say goodbye.
But goodbyes are never easy. How fitting though, that the post that I wrote for the Chicago Tribune TribLocal was printed in today’s edition: It’s Not Easy to Say Goodbye.
We are gathering for the burial and memorial of Norman J. (That’s J as in Jesus, as he always said) Griffard this Saturday at one p.m. at the VFW Hall, 560 N. Phelps Street, Decatur, Michigan. There will be a memorial luncheon following the military salute service.
In lieu of flowers, donations would be greatly appreciated for the two organizations that have given selfless service:
Hospice Care of Southwest Michigan,Paw Paw Office
801 Hazen Street, Suite A
Paw Paw, MI 49079
560 N. Phelps Street
Decatur, Michigan 49045
Goodbye, Dad. Thanks for 45 years– I’m going to miss you.