Sobering Thoughts, Soft Embraces, Warm Tears

                           

Today was my Daddy's birthday. This August will be 3 years since he passed away and I cannot help for today to be flooded with thoughts of him. Little things about Daddy came to me in my mind as I shared coffee with my wife this morning on the porch. You really do not know how the missing of someone will effect you till they are gone from your touch, your sight, your sense of smell. I can remember my Daddy wearing the cologne Brut, the way he walked, the hanky he carried in his pocket, the way his cigarettes never bothered me even though I was not a smoker and others smoke I really could not stand. What I would give to simply see him from afar.

I can remember in years past forgetting Daddy's birthday and calling him to say that I was sorry. Now, this day comes to me ever so slowly and leaves with a lingering good bye. I know that sorrow is a true feeling that we all must experience, but it must be taken in like a mature wine and released with sobering thoughts, soft embraces, and warm tears. I am haunted with memories past... 

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My own Dad's birthday will be in a couple of weeks. I am very familiar with all these feelings you share here. Even after 10 years, birthdays and anniversaries are difficult. I wonder how some days can be even harder than others, but they are. There is always that hunger/need to go back and relive moments together. I would like to be able to assure you that it gets easier but the best I can tell you is that you just kind of make peace with the pain.

[claire langley]

My own father died three years ago as well. I knew, even before he left me, that I would miss him terrible. He had a way of looking at life that was realistic, humorous, and somehow inspiring. One of his greatest gifts to all his five children, was the fact that you had his full attention when sharing a story or a concern. It was as if you were the only child or the most favored. We all felt that way -- how remarkable!
In addition to his humorous way of looking at life, he possessed an incredible sensible wisdom. He could encapsulate any issue into very few words that summed up the problem and left you amazed at the obvious answer. I miss him more than I can ever express. Still there is a great sense of gratitude that I was privileged to be his child. Missing him means I also got to enjoy him. I have a heart full of memories. It sounds as if you do too! Congratulations! You and I are very fortunate!