gillpolack @ 2015-08-10T08:12:00
Today is I-miss-my-father Day aka the anniversary of his death. My birth father, not my stepfather, for those who tangle the two. I never tangle the two. I am quite like Dad in many ways, and in just as many ways I am quite different to him. In ten years time I will have lived as long as he did.
No jokes today. Those are for his birthday, this year. I don't feel funny today: I just miss him. I've a yahrzeit candle burning and I'm quietly getting through everything. I've already played the song he hated but I loved, just to remember the complaints.
It doesn't matter how long a parent is dead, one still misses them.
I'll be ringing Mum alter today and talking about everything except Dad, I expect. Some years we talk about Dad and some years we carefully avoid it. We always talk.
No jokes today. Those are for his birthday, this year. I don't feel funny today: I just miss him. I've a yahrzeit candle burning and I'm quietly getting through everything. I've already played the song he hated but I loved, just to remember the complaints.
It doesn't matter how long a parent is dead, one still misses them.
I'll be ringing Mum alter today and talking about everything except Dad, I expect. Some years we talk about Dad and some years we carefully avoid it. We always talk.
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