Do you ever forget he's dead?
Sometimes my mind jumps to an idea and I think, "oh, dad would enjoy that," or "we should take dad to see...." Then I remember. There is no dad. And I feel very sad.
Sometimes I see him. A quick glance up or coming around the corner...And a half a heart-beat later I remember he is gone. And I miss him.
This is typically the week we would be starting to get ready for dad's visit. This weekend I found myself strolling through the house thinking that I needed to get the guest towel rack out for dad...and before I complete the thought I remember he won't be back. And I feel relieved.
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I do. But for my brother it's more dramatic. He picks up the phone to call dad and...[sinking heart].
I drive dad's car. His glasses and diabetic mints are in a "glove" on the dash and rattle around all the time... reminding me that he's still here. Watching over me. He was rattling a lot in there on his wedding anniversary yesterday.
It's a comfort having him there beside me when I drive.
I love the imagery. And how great to keep a part of your dad close at hand, where you can share your quieter times together.
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