The sun woke me up. It was a school day. Why weren't we all getting ready?
Why was everything so quiet? I found my mother sitting up in her bed. Aunt Doris was there. Why?
Very softly, mother said: “I have something sad to tell you Joanie. Your father died in the hospital last night,” I was eight years old. None of this made any sense.
I’m old now and, looking back, I see that moment as a preview of a life in which things are not expected to make much sense. And, I suspect we all live with one moment or another that keeps tapping us on the shoulder. Grabbing our attention.
I’ve missed him every day.
Way too young to lose your dad. Glad he stayed with you in your heart.
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I think I knew you had lost your dad early on, but this is still very sad to read. Your mom was a strong woman to pick up the support of the family. I was luckier as my dad lived to see 67. But that still seems way too young now.
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Joan, that is a painful memory. I know you miss him; yet, I feel bad he didn’t get to see you evolve into the wonderful woman you are. 🩵Camille
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing. Your dad would be so proud of you!
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