Tag: father

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Day 327/365 “The Air a Library”

Not a day goes by that I don’t think about my father. Sometimes these thoughts wrap me in a blanket of melancholy. Other times they bring on a smile or even an audible laugh. The stupidest things remind me of him – like my daughter asking me if I ever saw “Bedtime for Bonzo” (she was reading about Ronald Reagan). I never did see … Read More Day 327/365 “The Air a Library”

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Day 280/365 The Wind (A Flashback)

Early morning, September 22, 2017… Standing on my front porch with a warm cup of coffee between my palms, I assess the damage. Strong winds from a tropical storm off the coast have been lingering for days. The street is littered with small branches, and leaves torn prematurely from the trees. Trash cans are overturned in the street. “Distress is the wind spirit of … Read More Day 280/365 The Wind (A Flashback)

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Day 271/365 It Isn’t The Dying That Matters

It has been a rough couple of days. December 27th was the one year anniversary of Dad’s passing. Well…technically it was January 5th that he died, but he was never conscious again after his collapse on the 27th. I wrote before about how Mom knew he was gone that first day (see here), and thus it has become the day of greatest significance to … Read More Day 271/365 It Isn’t The Dying That Matters

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Day 145/365 In Which the Reverend Angers Me (But She’s Right)

Those of you who have been following this blog probably know that it was inspired by my desire to shake my depression in the wake of my father’s sudden death.  Initially I wanted to write about something that made me feel grateful each day. It has evolved into more of a daily journal, although it often is imbued with the emotions of grief and … Read More Day 145/365 In Which the Reverend Angers Me (But She’s Right)

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Day 122/365 Amnesia 

I forgot. For a split second, I forgot he is gone. I was getting ready for a family dinner party, and just for a second, I got excited to see my dad. Of course he would be coming to celebrate Beau’s birthday. It passed through me like a flash flood of emotion – happiness, recognition, sadness…guilt. How could I forget he is dead? Truth be … Read More Day 122/365 Amnesia 

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Day 100/365 Otherworldly

There is something about looking into the eyes of a new baby that transports us to another plane. I believe it’s because they have so newly arrived from the spiritual realm. They are pure light and love….truly otherworldly. This weekend I was blessed to meet two new little beings of light. Something about those experiences has made me feel lighter. Perhaps it is the … Read More Day 100/365 Otherworldly

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Day 82/365 Grave Humor

It was a beautiful sunny day and I decided it was time. I hadn’t been there since the funeral. I parked the car and walked toward the entrance to the church. I knew the best way to remember where to find him was to retrace the steps of the funeral procession. His grave is still unmarked. I don’t remember a lot about the service. … Read More Day 82/365 Grave Humor

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Day 78/365 No Souvenir Required

It wasn’t the first time since dad died that I had visited the law firm he had shared with my older brother and their two other partners.  I had been in the building on other business a couple of months ago, and I stopped in to see my brother. I remember walking into the office space and feeling the crushing weight of my brother’s daily … Read More Day 78/365 No Souvenir Required

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Day 3/365 – IN HIS SHOES

I spent the hours of 2am-4am staring at my bedroom ceiling, thinking about the past year of my life. I haven’t shared much about my personal challenges throughout the past year, because much of it involves the journeys of others whose lives are intertwined with mine. Therefore the story is not mine alone, though the impact on my life has been immense. I realized … Read More Day 3/365 – IN HIS SHOES