Today is the 12 yr anniversary of my fathers passing. I woke up with some harsh symptoms of this upper respiratory infection Ive been infested with. So I moaned a groaned for about a half an hour and believe it or not, I got stuff done today. A day off. What a lovely thing. I had the TV on all day. I dusted around the house. I organized stuff(Virgo). I did laundry. I made a yummy lunch. I payed bills. I vacuumed the house. I kept busy. I watched the rain fall. Over all a good day.
Then, like clock work, evening hits, I slow down and my mood shifts.
I miss my Father. I'm allowed. He was a fantastic man.
I'm not sad, just quiet. Still.
One thing that makes me happy is that I have finally kept my promise to him. I quit smoking. When he was dying from lung cancer the last words he said to me were "please quit smoking". Took me a long time but I did it.
Losing a parent sucks at any age. I was an orphan in my mid twenties. Not so much fun. My Dad was a great man. He worked hard. He loved to read. He loved music. He treated my mother with love and respect. He had a firm hand and a gentle soul. He kept dreaming. Looking forward. He's made an impression on my soul that I will carry to my grave and into my next life. I am grateful for the 24 years I got to have with him. I am blessed.
