Today would have been my dad's 56th birthday.
Every year on this day, my sister and I make a point on eating brunch and making a trip up scenic highway 95 to visit Paw's grave. This year we took maw with us and my little nephew, Henry. It was a beautiful fall day and Henry had fun running around the woods next to the cemetery. After lunch we treated ourselves at the same DQ that dad used to take us to after fishing on South Center Lake. I had a hot fudge malt for 'em (the bananas were my addition, though).
It was a nice day to celebrate the time we had with my paw.
When I got home and checked my email, I received the horrible news that my friend's dad passed away last Thursday. This friend of mine is the same age as me so I can understand what he's going through now and what he'll be going through for the next few years. It sucks. It's unfair.
The most aggravating aspect of losing a parent so early is all the great stuff they'll miss seeing: weddings, houses, kids, plumbing projects. I like to send a mental postcard to my dad at the end of each week that pictures all the accomplishments, news, and happenings on which he's missing out. The only thing written on the back, though, would be: Wish You Were Here.
Dedicated to the essentials of happiness: philosophy, basketball, music, coffee and doughnuts...
1 comment:
Funny, I expressed the same thing to Mom on the way to her house to drop her off. I just miss being able to talk to him. Such as when something happens to me at work that I know he would be proud of, or if I see something I know he would like and I think - I'll go home and give Papa a call and tell him all about it. Only to then remember that I can't.
I also wish Henry could have known first hand what a wonderful man his Grandpa was. I know that we will tell him (as well as buy him so many fire trucks the poor kid must be sick of them)but I wish they could have know each other.
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