I'm always surprised how quiet I become around my father's birthday and on the anniversary of his death--how I can write something as simple as "Wish you were here," and have the past 13 years open like a floodgate. And though the agony has long since been replaced by a missing that is solid, steady and slow--I never get used to it. I never get used to this endless season without him here.
Monday, May 25, 2009
May 25th
I'm always surprised how quiet I become around my father's birthday and on the anniversary of his death--how I can write something as simple as "Wish you were here," and have the past 13 years open like a floodgate. And though the agony has long since been replaced by a missing that is solid, steady and slow--I never get used to it. I never get used to this endless season without him here.
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Thank you for a lovely post from a fellow traveler on that path.
I Know How It feels To Have a Lost member that you love
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