I was talking to a friend today, and the usual melancholia set in.
It’s August. When my parents would take us vacation, it has the memories of a good era. It’s also when my Dad took his vacation to heaven, on August 24,1998. It’s been 14 years. I do admit that thinking of him going on vacation was comforting. We traditionally went on vacation the last week of August, so thinking of Pop going on vacation was a help,
It doesn’t make me miss him any less.I know he’s with me, though, every day.