I can’t believe it’s been twenty years.
Twenty years ago, it started as an ordinary day. Yes, my Dad was on the cusp of entering hospice, but it was not meant to be. I called home mid-morning to check on how things were going, as I normally did.
I was told Dad was having a bad morning, so I left.
Dad left us two o’clock that afternoon.
I couldn’t believe the kindness of my co-workers. Some even came and called at the house to pay their respects.
You have Mom and now my Zush up there with you. Make sure you give Zush love from her Momma, ok?
I miss you terribly Daddy, but will love you forever.
Took a break while my shoulder tries to heal. The area was in question is on the inside of my right shoulder blade, in an awkward spot where it just hurts, seemingly, all of the time. It has gotten to the point where I have to travel Tuesday up to my orthopedist to figure out what’s what.
It also is that time of year where I lay back a bit. My Zosia has finally met my Dad in heaven. Dad left me 19 years ago today, and I have managed to get a slight bit of comfort knowing they are watching out for each other.
I miss the two of you terribly, Daddy and Zush, but will love you both forever. Sleep tight!
Carrying on with the last couple of posts about the weather, I had the weather channel on today.
Allegedly, the current “named” weather storm is called Helena. I laughed and thought of my Dad. He’s seen below with my Mom. I believe he’s in heaven laughing at this one.
Let me tell you why.
My Dad and I used to dance all the time at church socials. As I am of Polish decent, well, we did a lot of waltzes and polkas. I used to know ALL the names of the polkas, and I’ll never forget some of our favorites.
Daddy’s favorite polka?
You’ve got it: the “Helena” polka.
Sleep warm, Daddy.
Eighteen years ago, I lost my Dad.
Usually, on this post, I would write something about his passing but in reflection, I want to write about something that I shared with Dad.
We went together to work for a number of years via public transportation.
I never was squeamish about walking to the bus or sitting on the bus and talking to my Dad while going to work. I am sorry to say that it was something at the time that I guess, I took for granted.In hindsight, it was a glorious time.We would talk about a lot of things, and Dad would give me a lot of his advice.I remember when I had someone steal my wallet out of my desk, and I was able to walk a few blocks over to where my Dad worked. It was a comfort to be able to commiserate with Dad over the theft, get a token to get home with, and know tomorrow would be another day.
As I usually would say about missing Dad, some things will never change.I am thankful of the memories that we shared through the later part of his working career.What a blessing it was, in hindsight, to have the time with him. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss him.
I miss you terribly Dad but will love you forever.
The pup who was having a hard time with meds and stuff, my Zusher, well…
She got some bones from Utah and I haven’t seen her attack anything with such vigor in a while.
I’m glad she has the vigor.
Up at 4am tomorrow morning for Election Day here in the Garden State.Now, I have to factor in making everyone get their medicine and a quick walk, as they will be with Dad for the bulk of the day. Not quite as easy as the primary elections: I’m due to work the polls in beautiful downtown Cape May, New Jersey, where somehow the phrase “vote early and often” is something I am sure I’ll hear in my head, being a former Philadelphia: obviously that isn’t muttered in Cape May.
Long day tomorrow…here’s hoping the best people win.
Today, my brother Bob turns 65. I can’t believe my sweet Baboo is 65.I can never be half the person he is, and he is the best.
Tomorrow my Daddy would be 95. He passed when he was 77. I miss him every day.
I told Bob today I love him. I talk to my Dad every day. I hold them both tight in my heart.
Happy birthday- you both are always in my heart.And I miss you too, Mom.