Monday, April 25, 2011

The Death of My Father

two empty grapefruit halvesImage via WikipediaThey say when a man's father passes it is transformational unlike any other loss he may suffer. I'm here writing this 1o days after my Pop passed quietly in his sleep at the age of 89 so it's hard to be angry or think he got less than a full ride in this life for he got extra miles that most don't and he is now in a better place. As I documented in the companion to this blog, "A Caregiver's Silence" I had said my "I'm sorrys" and "I forgive yous" to Pop during the six and a halfs I was his caregiver. I cried off and on the first few days and now it just comes in waves when I see something of his or remember he's no longer with us. It's not overwhelming as I had imagined it would be. I will go to his memorial service and speak about his life and our relationship and probably blubber like a baby doing so but that's ok.

I just miss him.
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