A full year before he died on February 16, 2009 I wrote:
Make it go away, this sense of torment and grief. I don't know where to put myself or what to do with it all. It is too huge. I am raw.Then on March 1, 2009 I wrote:
First driving was taken away from him, now walking. How do we cope with these things? The driving ban came after his heart surgery about 10 years before he died. The rehab center at the time gave us a pamphlet to read about seniors not driving, which was meant to metaphorically hold the family's collective hand through the process. There is no one now, holding anyone's hand. Harsh reality that my Dad will never walk again.
Dad and me in Atlantic City, 1963 |
So I am floating in and out of decades, months and minutes. I'm a little girl in some, a teenager or grown woman in others. Watching as my entire life with Dad floats in and out of sweet and tender memories ....
I am blessed and grateful! I learned that from you, Daddy. Thank you.