Today I was sitting quietly and a thought popped in my head - my Dad died today. I remember this day clearly because after a long day at the hospital, a late flight home, I turned to my husband and said, "Wow, I almost forgot, Happy Valentine's Day." The call came 2 and a half hours later.
"You just missed your grandmother, she was just here visiting with me," he told us when we went to visit him on Valentine's Day. No one had the heart to tell him that she'd died 26 years earlier. We were happy that he recognized us, that he was joking with us. We hoped that maybe it was a sign. I think she really did visit him, she was there telling him that everything was going to be allright. Because as we left that night, he let us all hug and kiss him and told us all that he loved us and to "take care."
Here's my Dad, I miss him every day. No one understands until they lose a parent. It never leaves you. That's it, I'm turning off the memories, and moving forward.
My dad's death is coming up March 1st. I remember we were sitting there at Fairview when the call came...hold onto the great memories and just keep swimming!
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