one day last year (Nov 2024), my dear Dad died. I’ve relished memories of him every one of the 365 days since.
The grief sometimes sneaks in without invitation. I know this is part of the journey. “Grief brain” impairs your ability to function. I have felt this deeply. It is difficult for anyone to know what to say to a person grieving. The best things people said to me were simply that they were thinking of me and that they know how much my Dad meant to me. Beyond those two statements, nothing else was needed.
I feel the happy memories surround me when called on and also when stirred up by every day events. This brings comfort and joy. I know my relationship with my dear Dad is not defined by the final moment, or even the final years. I was blessed to have a wondrous connection with my Dad for over 62 years.
Dad taught me and I learned.
Dad shared humor and I got the joke.
Dad challenged me and I grew.
Dad cared for me and I felt valued and loved.
But the most important thing he did was live his life in a way that mattered. A life filled with family and friends. A life based on integrity and honesty. A life of hard work balanced with laughter and fun. A life of purpose caring for those he loved, especially my Mom – the love of his life for over 65 years. He loved intensely and unconditionally.
We were connected. From the day I was born with Dad holding me on his shoulder, to his last breath and me touching his hand. He gave me everything I needed and so much more.
That’s my Dad.
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