Last week was the anniversary of my father’s death. My dad passed away 21 years ago.
Sometimes it all feels like a weird dream. The time spent with him in the hospital has a permanent home in my memory. It is like looking an old photograph.
My father died just before my 19th birthday. So much of my life he has missed.
I don’t think we ever get over the loss of a parent. I think as the years pass by, the grief becomes easier to manage. I feel a sadness that my husband and children never met him, yet I know a part of him lives on in me.
In loving Memory – May 22nd, 1914- April 23rd, 1988
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Wrote: Apr 30, 2009 at 3:05 pm
Hmm. My father also died about a month shy of his 74th birthday, back in 2000. You’ll probably always remember.
I worry sometimes about having a child so late – she’s 5, I’m 56 – because she might have to go through what you did sooner rather than later.
Wrote: May 2, 2009 at 7:48 pm
The end of May is the third anniversary of my mother’s death. My father has been gone for nine years. I miss them every day, but am so grateful they were my parents. And I swear that I see their smiles recreated in my grandchildren.
Hugs to you, Rose.