Monday, June 25, 2012
Life Goes On...
It's been a few months since Dad's passing,
but it's still hard to go over to his house. My
Step Mom and I were avoiding each other.
It's such a double edged sword. We both loved
my Dad so much, that seeing each other brings
it all back up. But it's comforting too, knowing
that someone in the world knows your pain
We talked about it. I'm grateful she's such
an honest person. I like keeping it real.
I want to be there, to be in the place he called
home. I want to nurture this relationship, to
the woman he loved, and who made him as
happy as I have ever known him to be.
We still have stuff to handle. Someone
hacked his email account and started sending
trojans to his contacts. That stirred up pain
and anger. We had to deal with closing those
I went over there this weekend, and brought
the kids, to make a pie with her,
and she took out a box full of my Dad's
diaries, photos, and treasures.
He traveled all over the world, so he kept
his possessions to a minimum. Anything
he kept, you knew it meant a lot to him.
We found a father's day card I had sent to
him back in 1998, two years before my son
was born. He's twelve now, so 14 years ago.
I read it and cried. We had time to say things
that were meaningful to each other, before he
passed, but finding that card, meant a lot,
because it showed me that I really had
expressed my love to him, and that he
Here's what I had written on the card:
From you I Learned
Honor and Integrity,
Patience and Kindness,
Love of Art, Song, and Stories,
Travel and Adventure,
Family and Friendship,
and the joy of routine.
To be Open-Minded,
and slow to judge others harshly,
To look for the good in people,
To look for God,
and to find Peace,
To enjoy serving my fellow man,
To be perceptive of my impact on people,
the ability to connect with all kinds
of different people and places,
To stand bravely for what I believe,
To respect other's opinions,
even when they differ from my own,
To become a person I respect,
that both out us can be proud of.
I am so very grateful,
that of all the men on earth,
that you were my father.
I've never wished for another.
Love always and forever, Jeanne
Posted by JMedina at 11:07 PM