40 years ago today my Dad passed away. So many things seem unreal about that. First, I thought he was indestructible....you know, larger than life. Second, I didn't think bad things would happen to my family. Sound silly? Well, that's how I felt then but know much better today. I was 23 when he died. We were getting ready to move to Ohio as Jack was finishing up his Chiropractic schooling. It was hard to say goodbye when everyone was grieving. Thanksgiving, my oldest son's first birthday and then Christmas just were not the same that November in 1976. Dad had plans to help us move. Plans don't always go as we think they will. But the one thing that did not change or stop was time. It moved on even though it seemed like it should have stood still. A lifetime ago. Dad was 56. More time on this earth than some, less than most. Certainly less than Mom who turned 90 this year. She was widowed at 50 and never remarried. Time moved on for her too. I can't even imagine my Dad at the age he would be if still living...96. And somehow I know that even if he lived these passed 40 years and died at an old age, I would miss him just as much and would wish for more time. Love you Dad...see you again some day...what a reunion that will be!
Welcome to the Pines! I'm a wife of many, many years with my Chiropractor hubbie, the Mom to 4 all grown up boys/now men...and Grandmother to 9 super Grandkiddos. I work in surgery and my simple adventures are here for your amusement..can you take it?