my heart is just so full with all the love, I think it's going to burst! thank you all.
yes, it was a tough decision.. even going on the trip itself was tough. we knew there was a chance of daddy' going home while we were gone, but I really didn't think it would happen then. we planned the trip before his fall, before his going into the nursing home.
we went to see him often.. It was a nice home (my grandma actually was there). they have a nice courtyard with tables, flowers, a foutnain, and I used to take him outside as much as I could.
I actually look very much like my dad, same long nose , same overbite. he still, at age 87, was not totally grey, must be the cherokee blood.
he served our country proudly in the navy during WW2, he was actually a member of the Sons of the American Revolution. (our ancestor, cprl. james Thompson, fought out of virginia in the Revolutionary war.) my maiden name is Cheely, and my ancestor, Thomas Cheely passed away in Virginia in the 1600's, so I guess we've been here awhile (and sometime in there, "met up with" some Cherokees, I guess!

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most importantly, my dad (George Williams Cheely, who went by the name Bill) was a Christian. he believed that Jesus died on the cross for his sins, and trusted that and nothing else (not good works, going to church, trying hard, etc etc,)for his salvation, so I KNOW he is in heaven right now with Jesus.
I don't think I will ever respect anyone as much as I did my dad. he was good, kind, fair, thoughtful(often volunteered, planting flowers at church, mowing the lawn, shoveing the snow there, fund raisers, helping out neighbors, driving them al over the place.) helped ME out more times than I could count.. never judgemental.
I NEVER heard him use a racial slur. he would flinch if he heard someone else use one. Didn't curse either. didn't yell or shout, or belittle anyone. only had nice things to say about anyone.
ok, eulogy over. but, remember, I didn't get to give a eulogy....
I know we did the right thing, the only thing we could.. it just felt weird.. esp. since both our sons were pallbearers. It was weird not to be there for them, too.
I just will always remember him the last day I spent with him. sitting by the fountain.. it was a nice day ... telling him some of the old stories he used to tell me, and he had a BIG smile (with our overbite, it's a big smile) and his eyes get squinty just like mine do when he smiles.
I can't wait till I see him again, ....
thank you all SO much for your kind words that thoughts. I love you all

. your words have helped a lot, made me feel a lot better about how we handled things. I am glad to have such a large family!!!
