Remembering Dad
Memorial Day for me will always
be the day my Dad passed away. He died
19 years ago on May 25, 1992 and it happened to be Memorial Day, which if
fitting as he served in the Marines during WWII and was very proud of that. All the veterans deserve a huge thank you,
lots of hugs and love and maybe even some gifts, because the gift they give to
us is FREEDOM and that is just priceless.
I miss my Dad – We were very
close, I could tell him anything and I had the honor and privilege to be with
him on the night he died. He was trying
so hard to hang on. I know he was
worried that we wouldn’t be okay without him, but my sister Julie and I rubbed
his feet and hands and assured him that we would be okay and that we would take
care of our Mom and it was okay to let go.
It was hard to say that, I wanted him to stay – I wanted more time to
hang out – I wanted him. But to be fair he was so very sick and life was so
difficult for him that I couldn’t be as selfish as to beg him to stay in a
place he no longer belonged. It was time
for him to go meet up with his dad and mom and wait for the rest of us to
follow. I know that I will see him
again. And I often feel him near me and
for this I am grateful and feel comforted.
My nephew has never met my dad, but we have told him so many stories he
talks like he knew him personally. The
most amazing thing is that Andrew is so much like my dad at times it’s uncanny. I love you Dad, say Hi to Grandma and Grandpa.
Loving you
Pg
:o)
:o)
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