At 8:45pm on Friday the 13th — no, really — Bob England, known to many as Hagar, took his last breath and died peacefully in his sleep.
I was holding his hand when his chest rose and fell the final time.
His final lucid moment was trying to smack the nurse who kissed him on the forehead. That was oddly fitting.
After he died, my sister and I shaved his scraggly beard, and combed his hair, and made him presentable for his wife to come say goodbye one last time. It was profoundly fulfilling to give Dad this one last gesture of kindness. The man taught me to shave; shaving him one last time was the least I could do.
I will have a lot to say in the coming days and weeks. For now, I’ll share my heartfelt thanks to my husband, my mom, my brother and sister, my team at work, and my friends all over the world for their kind words and support.
And now I’m going to go to the beach and finish this bottle.