It is the day after Thanksgiving and the day before Fakesgiving. It is my first holiday gathering without Dad. He loved gatherings of people. It allowed him the opportunity to talk about things past, to enjoy conversations with a number of people and to be surrounded by people who loved his stories. In his last years he would tell me repeatedly how he missed Ma. We would share the sorrow brought on by her absence. One of us would bring up one of the many stories that allowed for a smile instead of a tear. There are so many stories of Ma, the crazy old broad who took life head on. I am happy that now, there are just as many stories about Daddy because the days of missing him sneak up on me and I have to quickly think of a story that brings a smile. I will miss him so much – his mischievous smile, his ability to piss me off in two sentences, his enormous heart, his life.
Categories: Personal History / My Own Words