I Miss My Dad. . .
They Still Have Birthdays in Heaven, Don’t They?
It’s been almost two years and I still have trouble believing he’s gone. It’s like he went on a long trip and just isn’t back yet. Weird.
I wish I could chat on the phone with him, or write to him. I wish, at the very least, they had email in Heaven.
I’ve lost track of how many times I set out to finish writing the story of what happened, but then — I get too emotionally twisted up to continue. It’s not like he was kidnapped and murdered by pirates. No. Nothing that dramatic. He died at home. It was just sudden and some odd circumstances. Leave it to Dad.
I keep thinking if I write about it — what it felt like, how I responded. . . all that stuff, and put it “out there,” maybe it’ll help someone else know they’re not alone in grief they might be experiencing.
This time of year, as the weather teases us with bits of warmer, spring-like weather — before sending us into one last, brief deep freeze for the season — I think of Dad.
It frequently snowed on his early April birthday — it was 10" of snow one year. Surprise! This, sandwiched between weeks of 75-degree (F) days —…
