I don’t think it can ever be perfect when you are unable to share the last day with someone you love, but a few years ago my father in law died whilst I was on holiday with my wife (his daughter) and our two children.
I’m not saying this is a perfect day, because clearly a perfect day would be one where Bryan was in it, but we had spent the day on the beach and playing by the pool in Dubai, apparently without a care in the world. We had enjoyed a good meal, we swam in the sea and literally watched our stress float away. But of course it was shattered when I took the call that Bryan had died. We knew Bryan was ill, he had been suffering with cancer for some time, but we had no idea that his time had come.
Of course we were devastated and felt alone, far away from home and literally useless.
We decided to walk along the beach, just holding hands, no words shared instead holding our own counsel and holding back the tears. As time went on, the sun began to set and we sat on the golden sands listening to the waves crash in. I don’t know what happened, but we looked at each other and hugged, and we managed to smile. it was not a prefect last day, but somehow we knew in or hearts that Bryan was OK.
My perfect last day 