It was eight years ago today that my dad passed.
I guess I’m not really certain if I’ve done things the right way since he died. I mean, how do you know if you’re giving someone the right amount of thought. Should I think of him more? Or is the amount of time I reflect on him and what he meant to me enough?
I won’t ever forget the day when my mom told me. It’s something you don’t expect to hear after a long day of grading labs or papers – that your father in his mid-fifties passed away early that morning. How can a person even react to that?
People to this day still say “I’m sorry” when they hear about it. There’s no need to feel sorry. I’ve come to grips with his death. But I know it’s hard to pick something else to say.
My dad and I didn’t always have the best relationship, but he was my father and I loved him no matter what he did…just as he’d have done the same for me.
There’s so many things that I could have said…perhaps even wished I’d said.
But for now, I’ll leave it at this.
Dad, I love you. I miss you.
Wow. It’s been 8 years, eh? It sounds so long ago but it’s still pretty fresh in my mind as well.
I still remember having to make that phone call to let you know. I barely got the words out…
I know your pain all to well, my father is only just gone a year or so now, Darlene’s 5.
Birthdays are hard and the final day is the worst, but remember all the huggs and the good times. Love will prevail, it always does.
Thanks Bob…it can be tough, but you’re right…the good times always get me through.
Suzanne your dad used to make us laugh all the time in high school! I remember his van very well…swivel chairs and shag covered interior…loud music and his pierced ear. Your Dad was an original and I was sorry to hear of his passing and am still sorry he isn’t here to celebrate your life. How amazed would he be with the life you and Ian have? I am pretty sure he would be awestruck!
Much love to the two of you in the North,
Trish
Ah yes, the shaggin’ wagon…or as it was later called, the “pimpkin”. I’ll never forget going to see Pink Floyd with him. What a surreal night that was! And I think he’d be pretty impressed with Iqaluit. I almost think he might have been the first to make the trip to visit us up here…
Thanks for the great memories and kind words… *hugs*
Right is what you feel, when you feel it.
I like it…and I’ll take it. Thanks…
What Oma said…sorry about your dad, Suzanne…
Wendy
I’m sorry I missed this (and a lot of other posts, apparently?). I’ll try to resubscribe…again.
That’s a wonderful picture of you and your dad.