I have no idea where the time goes, but November's almost gone. Today is a day of reflection for me, hard to believe but it's been 14 years since my Dad died.
It was on a beautiful day just like today--bright sun, brilliant blue sky--but warmer. My sisters and I had stayed in the hospital overnight because we just knew his time was almost up and we didn't want him to be alone in the hospital. The nurse shooed us out of the room for coffee and when we got back he was gone.
Here we were trying to make sure he wasn't alone, and he was probably thinking thank God we finally left so he could go in peace--his own way.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about him and the impact he had on my life. He instilled my love for reading and music in my life...and for those gifts I'll always be grateful.
Here is a pic my sister took of him in 1987. Wow! I just realized that he's my age in this pic! It's a great one :)
And here's one I took of him and mom on our front porch in 1982...and another mind-boggling moment...he's 5 years younger than I am right now in this pic...also a great one :)
Our kids grew up listening to the special music tapes he made for us back in the 80s, compilations of some of my favorite songs over the years that I'd heard at home and on the radio. I've only had one of those tapes self-destruct from too many playings.
Thank you for the gift of song and the love of the written word...I miss you, Dad.