The Iron Angel

It has now been four years since my father, Joe, lost my mother, who was his wife of 59 years.  He is my last tie to my family as I know it.  My mother, father, and I were always the "Three Musketeers", and now, it's just my dad and me left of our "family".  Although there are other family members, my father and I are very close and are the only ones who live in Florida.  He is the last family thread that attaches me to my mother and the many years of "history" that we all had together.  He was so good to her during her final illness and visited her in the hospital every day, even if it were cold and snowing.  My boyfriend and my dad would drive to the downtown Pittsburgh hospital and stay most of the afternoon.  My dad would hold my mother's hand and sit by her bedside and watch her sleep or quietly talk with her.  I'll always remember that vision. 

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