Today is the third anniversary of Dad's death. We celebrate his birth and his life, but we can never forget that afternoon three years ago that Dad left us.In many ways, I'm grateful for my own writings from that time; while I remember the details and the events, it's my own contemporaneous narratives that help me keep the events in order, help me to see the bigger picture.
And now more than ever I'm so happy for those posts I made about Dad prior to July 29th, when we thought we had many more years to share. They are sometimes happy, sometimes sad, but they remind me of the joys that we took for granted.
Emily said it far better than I, in the pages of Thornton Wilder's Our Town:
"Oh, earth, you're too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it?"
Good night, Mom and Dad. I think of you every day, and I wish you were here with me.
2 comments:
Thanks for sharing this. My dad has been gone for 13 years now and his birthday is coming up this week. I always wish him a Happy Birthday on that day because if he hadn't been born I would not be here enjoying being alive and having fond memories of him.
I lost my dad on the 14th, 8 years ago. I share your pain and emptiness.
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