A dear friend died this weekend. He’d suffered for years, rarely complaining. He was the best father I’ve ever known, even doing little girl hairdos with matching bows to socks and dresses. His cardiac illness was first diagnosed twenty-three years ago, when his girls were tiny. Thankfully, he recovered some cardiac function, enabling him to guide his daughters into warm, lovely adults. Though it has to break their hearts to lose him, what a blessing it is his family had that twenty-three years. The girls knew a great father instead of always hearing what a wonderful father he would have been.
What a blessing to be whole again after so many years of pain and struggle. We’ll miss you, Randy. Our tears are only for ourselves.
I have continued to think of Pegoleg’s post and Yadadarcyyaday posts yesterday. Laughter has saved me in some of the most stressful situations of my life. It is cathartic. On the way to my father’s funeral, my mother was sitting between me and my husband. Of course, it was a somber time. I was anxious to be of support to her, mindful of her grief and all the problems loss of a Continue reading →