Saturday, June 23, 2012
Remembering My Dad
Today my dad would have been, 71. I know you guys have listened to me be sad about this loss before. But there is still this large hole in my life that has his name on it. I am doing better than I was even a year ago, I rarely cry about his death unless I am near a rack of Father's Day cards at the grocery store. I see this lack of tears as an improvement. I also refuse to let him be upgraded to sainthood by my mother or sister. He was a real person with flaws like everyone else. So again I say improvement. Today I got out of bed, spent time with loved ones, drank tea, and I laughed. Improvement. I have learned to cope, but the memory of him moves forward with me. He was loved and is missed. Enough said.