For those who me know that I lost my Dad last year. Today is the anniversary of his passing and I was wondering how I was going to celebrate. My Dad loved Popeye's chicken, Red Lobster, and Ponderosa. Whenever we saw each other we had to have one or all three and that was cool with me. He also liked watching movies, sports, or just chit chatting. What people probably don't know is that when I was trying to save the money I needed to start publishing my book, he didn't hesitate and after he passed, my brothers and I had to clean his place and wouldn't you know it. On his nightstand lied the autographed copy of my book and pics of all of us that he looked at constantly before he turned in every night. When I was younger, the cars he got for me were HORRIBLE but whenever I needed something fixed, there he was. When he began to get sick every now and again before eventually passing, I made sure I was there. I made sure we had Popeye's, I made sure his shoes were fine, I even cut his toenails to relieve some of the pain because he couldn't reach his feet, I made sure we laughed until he choked, I sat next to him when he slept, and I made sure that no matter what his doubts were that he would know that I always Loved him beyond reason. I made sure to reinforce that to him so that when it was time for him to go, he would go knowing that True Love presented itself in the form of his baby son. I miss him so much but I feel him and that feeling keeps me wanting to challenge myself to take being positive to another level. As long as I am on the path I'll always have that feeling of him strong. I wrote 2 poems that can apply now to this post - Missed Is and Should I Have To Go
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Small world! Didn't know that you were a blogger too! I first started blogging a year or so ago. Unfortunately, in the past six or seven months my blogging has been sporadic--thus causing me to lose most of my audience.
Now, back to your post...
I lost my dad when I was eight. I have found it impossible to fully get over the pain of losing a parent; however, I think you're on the right path.
I have found that remembering them and celebrating their lives are the best tributes in their absence. In addition, I think it helps one to appreciate the parent left behind even more--as it confirms that our time with loved ones is more "time-sensitive" than we realize.
Loved the post!!
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