Yesterday marked 2 years that my Dad has been gone. It seems like it has been forever yet I can still remember everything like yesterday. I am starting to forget how his touch felt, his kisses and his hugs. I can still feel what it was like to hold his hand because we said the Our Father every Sunday at church growing up. I do have the great memories and I can only hold onto those. I was lucky to have a Dad that loved me unconditionally and gave me such a wonderful life and gave me nothing but positive and happy memories.
Today the kids and I did our customary letter writing and balloon launching at our normal spot at Holmes Lake. We completed our launch with a Sarsaparilla picnic. It is very therapeutic to write for me and to do this with the kids. I could have allowed myself to go all day keeping busy with the kids and not letting myself "get there" to the sad tipping point. But I did it. I had a friend send me a message yesterday that said it perfectly.
"I’ve come to know that the tears and missing are ok and a tender tribute to a life missed. As a matter of fact, I kinda hope that those sudden times never do leave, as they always bring with them memories of happy times."
Indeed they do. My hour or so of writing and reflection in my note to my Dad conjured up some sadness yet reminded me of his great love for life and for his family and for that, it makes me very happy.
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Beautiful words as always!
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