Two Pretzels: 26 years.

March 15, 2016

26 years.


I used to say, "I think my Dad would have loved my girls..."

Now I say, "I know my Dad loves my girls."

I think that he's always known them. I just do.

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I feel like all I've been talking about on this blog lately is loss. And well, I don't want to be depressing today. Because I'm not depressed; instead, I'm remembering my Dad on the day that he died - 26 years ago when I was 10.

It doesn't matter for how long we have someone in our lives - ten years or two months or two hours – they lived and they meant something.

Their lives mattered.

I never got to know my Dad as an adult; and I'll never be happy for that.

But, I'm thankful for my siblings - that I get to know him through them.

There's nothing better than seeing my brothers' mannerisms and hearing their laughs.

He lives on.

...though none of my brothers can grow a 'stache or a head of hair that even remotely compares to his.

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A few posts about my Dad.

Everything is Fine here.
An Anniversary.
When You lose a parent (2011)

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