Words cannot say

Stanley Russell Farris - my father, my hero, my troubles, and the reason I met Phil - is gone.

Today at 5pm, we turned off the machines. At 5:39pm, my father passed away. It was a peaceful passing with many family members present. I held his hand and stroked his face and forehead and he slipped away.

I could say more about why we needed to turn off the machines, the talk I had to have with my father last night about the fact that he was dying and we were asked to make a choice... but I am spent. Phil is here. He started driving here last night and arrived about 1 1/2 hours after my father died. You have never seen a more joyful yet sorrowful reunion between a wife and a husband. Phil viewed my father with me.

We are in the process of making arrangements. I'll post them for anyone who is interested in attending or sending their thoughts.

Thank you to everyone who has helped me through this. You, my friends, have been my rock.