This is a First Person column by Gordon Petersen, who lives in Okotoks, Alta. For more information about CBC’s First Person stories, please see the FAQ.
I have imagined my father’s perfect death.
Dad is in his favourite old oak rocking chair, surrounded by all of his family. We are laughing and crying, and he’s still cracking silly jokes, as usual. But his bones are brittle and his dementia is worsening. He’s had enough.
I sit with him a minute, find the courage to say the words I’ve never managed to get out before: “Dad, you’ve always been my superhero, so confident and fearless.
