Today is the one-year anniversary of my dad's death. Oddly enough, this morning I woke up at 5:32 am, the time my mom called to tell me dad died. I suspect the day will pretty much be as it is most weekends: House of Breakfast date with my daughter, work during the afternoon, Saturday evening service, dinner and hang out with Laura in the evening. And as of right now, I don't feel particularly sad or melancholy. But there is no doubt that my life is not as rich as it was when dad was around.
I hear my daughter talking. It's time for a date. Because everyone needs a secret store.
Reflections of a Journeying Blogger
5 comments:
Typical reflective post from a pretty reflective guy. Hang in there and focus on things that are true. Perhaps celebrate when you might otherwise turn inward.
Yeah. I know what you mean. Of course, I have not made the anniversary, yet, but ... I have days when I miss Pop a lot. Other days, it's more like a strengthening that I have known him.
I'm feeling your pain, my friend. Thanks for the reflections.
I have just run across your blog. Can't remember how...but I'm glad I did. Normally I don't post a comment but I didn't want you to think that your words are just hanging in the air. Sometimes words are seeds that find furtile ground.
thanks Carol.
We alls have any date.
I remember my grandmather
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