What a beautiful and loving tribute. I don’t know if this can help, but as a child, I was taught a prayer to begin my day. It’s called a Morning Offering. One simply offers all the “prayers, works, joys and sufferings of this day,” to God for the intentions of those who are joining in the spirit of this prayer and for those we want to remember to the Lord’s care.
There are so many joys and sufferings, so many works and prayers all the time. Care taking is truly a gift. After my dad died, I finally realized that the best four and a half years of my life were those I was privileged to live with him as his care taker. The Lord truly works in mysterious ways. You, your father and your loved ones are now in my prayers.
You were a blessing to your Dad. I hope to be so for mine.
With illnesses and conditions, I reach back to a paradigm I learned long ago. Life is a tapestry of beauty and color and meaning, like a real tapestry upon a wall, but we are not privileged to see the beautiful side. What we see is all the yarn, knotted and tangled on the back side, and often it doesn’t make sense. Gd and the angels can see the true whole picture. One day it will be our turn to understand.
Thank you for your prayer.