Well It has been three years today since I lost my dad, I have to be honest and say that the pain is still there, and my heart still grieves for him, though it hits me at stranger moments then it used to. I can hear the same songs(well most of them) without crying now, or having to stop the car on the highway because I can't drive. But last summer, getting off the bus at Point pleasant park, and realizing where I was caused me to weep , while trying to hide it from the preschoolers who were with me.
I still have a box of memories from dad, pictures, cards of condolences from friends, flower pins from the funeral home, music that he picked for his funeral all packed up in a box in my cupboard. And I have things around my house that cause me too think about him everyday( his measuring cup, or spices from his pantry) So Though I get sad, I can remember him without being sad all the time.
Though there are things I think about....I think about how different a person he was to each of my siblings, because we all knew a different side of him even thought he was Dad to each of us. Michelle being his first born, Christopher being his son, me being the baby of his first marriage, and Josh being the final child of his heart. He could treat us all differently, while still being the loving father that tried to protect us. I feel for my kids who used to visit him every month(even in the hospital, which Jared hated!)Will my kids remember him, and his warped jokes(made up song lyrics and all)Or will he be a faded memory to them?
It is just such and awkward day, December 4th Lee's Birthday, I feel bad for Lee, not wanting to ignore his special day, we have kind of been celebrating it around the 4th since dad died, because I get the blues. Maybe today Lee and I will go for a walk down at point pleasant and look at the water, and talk about love and life...... I know my mom has been down because of this and many other reasons, she feels so lonely, and misses the family we were when I was 5.... Well my ramblings have come to an end, all I can say is this...
Don't forget to tell those you love that you love them, every day, try to make it the last thing you say when you part, even if your angry, you may never know when your last moment together may be, and you may regret never having had the chance to tell them one last time how you feel about them......
The last time I saw my Dad on Dec 3rd, 2003 I told him I loved him, I hope he knows that I still Do!
Love to everyone.....