Thursday, March 13, 2008
My Pop!
My Dad died 8 years ago this afternoon. It was a Monday. He got sick and went to the hospital the day before. The time seems elongated to me. Just Sunday to Monday takes forever in my memory. So much happened, yet there was so much waiting. 8 years...so much has happened, yet there is still so much waiting.
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I think it's really cool that you honor him every year on that day -- we loved the shirt. I hope that you get some sleep tonight. I'm just now getting around to reading blogs, so I'm sorry it took a while to comment. Have a great weekend! (Which I invented, by the way...)
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I know that feeling every year on the day of loss. It just brings it all back, doesn't it? But I think it's good to remember him and remember all his goodness and love that still surrounds you.
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