Aug 18 2023
Missing
Well, it’s another sad year.
Some years, when the Evil Eighteenth rolls around, I am thinking of the many happy memories with Dad, both as a child and as an adult. Some years, I feel angry because of his senseless death, and all the years we didn’t get to share with him, and all the good he could have continued to do for the world and the environment.
I was sad last year on the 18th, and I’m sad again this year. Maybe part of it is the terrible, untimely loss of my dear friend Melanie so recently. And yesterday I learned of the death of another friend who was too young, claimed by ALS after a long, hard battle. Add in Megan’s cancer and ongoing health battles, and it’s not too surprising that I’m feeling sad about Dad.
The sweet peas we grow for Dad every year are flourishing at the family estate:
They were his favorites. We had them at his memorial service, and our dear friend Lu carried some in her bouquet and in her hair when she married her beloved Rik a few years ago, so we felt like he was there celebrating with us. He is always with us, in our hearts.
We love you, Dad.
A YEAR AGO: Missing Dad.
FIVE YEARS AGO: A long and dreary week.
TEN YEARS AGO: Always with us.
TWENTY YEAR AGO: Thinking about Dad.
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