THE GATE is the last place I saw my dad alive. I still remember the feeling of helplessness as they took over pushing his wheelchair and wheeled him toward the plane. He was so sick - my dad who I had hiked tall mountains with could not easily walk the few feet to the entry to the plane. I watched for as long as I could see him and then sat back down. I waited until his plane took off before going up the escalator and leaving the airport.
I have walked past THE GATE a few times since he passed 8 years ago. Sometimes I smile at the memory and sometimes it hits me and I relive the emotions I felt then and the loss now. Not having him here with us, not meeting his grandchildren, not reprimanding me ...
Although he was not a perfect man his life blessed many, especially mine.
