I miss my dad.
I miss being able to pick up the phone, and hear his voice. Just a simple thing.
I miss seeing him alive. period.
I miss having his body near me, sitting at the movies, across the table, on the couch.
I miss looking in his steel aqua blue eyes.
I miss looking at his hook nose, so proud and his blonde eye brows.
I miss his Jack Nicholas smile.
I miss his wicked, dry scense of humor.
I miss his snoring.
I miss his smell.
I miss looking at the back of his head, memorizing his hairline when he was driving.
I miss hearing him go to the bathroom.
I miss hearing his laugh.
I miss looking at his big, swollen tough hands.
I miss his articulate boxy letters, when he wrote.
I miss looking at his blonde short eye lashes.
I miss his sun spots.
I miss his moods, and his strange ‘far-away’ looks.
I miss seeing him interacting with people.
I miss watching him eat.
I miss every single thing about him from head to toe. I could recreate
him here and now if I had to.
I was on my way to a wedding in Georgia this weekend. I got a call today to say that it will not be happening. The bride’s father, who was also the minister and the one performing the cerimony died of a heart attack days before the wedding. That poor family. That poor girl.
I wonder, did she get to say good-by?
Was her dad scared before he took his last breath, like my dad was? Did he call for her, like my dad did? Did she get to hold his hand one last time? Oh, the things we take for granted. Oh, the pain of being a human. The best console we can have is knowing we will be with them again in eternity~whatever that looks like. I wish them the best. And all the love in the world that I can offer.