It was one year ago today, August 2, 2008 that I received the call that my Dad passed away. It was surreal to say the least, and shocking.Today, one year later, my mom is still struggling to come to terms with it. Dad did a lot of things that Mom never did, like write checks and pay bills, take care of the cars, grocery shop, and more. Mom has been learning all of these things with the help of my younger brother Doug and older brother Steve, both of whom live in Massachusetts (and they have their own families). It's been a challenge at times, and my mother's emotional state has been up and down. I call her every day, and oftentimes she repeats the same things 3 and 4 times.
(PHOTO: One of my favorite pics of Dad and Mom, where Dad was laughing at something during opening presents at Christmas)
I miss my Dad every day. I miss the letters he would write me every couple of weeks, filled with newspaper clippings, a superhero comic book or two that he would go out of his way to surprise me with, or other little things. His letters were filled with what he and Mom have done, who they met, where they went out to shop or eat, or how they were fixing the house. Dad always wrote about what was happening in my hometown in Mass., or talk about the weather, ask about Tom and the dogs, or tell me about the latest book he was reading and how good it was. I'm now reading many of his books, and that's how I'm remembering him on this day.
I've been fortunate enough to communicate with my dad AFTER he passed, and many times. Dad's helped me find things, given me signs to calm my mother and shown me what life is like after our time on Earth. He's always here if I need him- all I have to do is call him, and that's a blessing. I think of dad in every comic book I read, every book I read, and every time I write something. He inspired me to read and write. It has been a year since he moved onto the next life, and I miss talking with him and getting his letters, but his memory lives forever. I love you, Dad.
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