One year ago on July 1, 2008, I looked at my Dad for what would be the last time. I didn't know that at that time, and to be very honest, I don't know if the goodbye would have been worse because our goodbyes were always a sappy puddle of hugs and tears anyway. :) My Dad was an amazing man in the way that he was just so honest and real about expressing emotion. I will always have a great respect for him because of that.
We had gone to Bristol to celebrate my aunt & uncles 25th wedding anniversary. Speaking of, Happy 26th, Deb! I love you both and our family is better because of you!! We had a great weekend- laughed a lot, had ice cream, iced tea, grilled burgers, margaritas, quiet moments and good times.
The day before we were to go home, I woke up to find my Dad outside waxing my car. My Dad could wax a car with the best of them... I am so serious. He would pour hours into each detail. He was being quiet and I knew that he was dreading that we were leaving. My Dad is the one person who just the thought of him being in pain, could instantly make me weak and bring tears to my eyes. We did have a great time but that day, when he was just so upset, will always stick with me. I am not saying that he somehow knew it would be our last time spent but he absolutely did not want us to go- so much so, it almost seemed like he was angry. I tired to tell him that even 500 miles apart, we still had a lot to be thankful for- we could still talk and that we'd see each other again. I was so wrong about seeing each other again.
I asked my sister last night if she feels different as a person because our Dad is gone. We talked a little about it. I find myself to be a completely different person. Not so much on the outside, but on the inside I feel a little shattered, I guess. A little more alone in this maze of life. Like I am not the same whole, stable person that I was before. (I guess you'd have to take my word for it that I was stable... ha)
There are days that go by that I laugh and have a wonderful time and later I wonder how I can be happy without my Dad in this world and of course, reality gets a hold of me and I know that you can't live in perpetual sadness all the time. It isn't fair to me or the people I love and I am sure that my Dad wouldn't want that for me either.
I think about the women in my life who remember their Dad so fondly and they can speak of
it in a way that is calm and serene and somehow it is comforting to know that they
too felt this intense sting. And yet, while they still have the scar,
it doesn't quite ache as much.
I loved my Dad so much and missing him really is downright awful. I find hope in that I will see him again someday. Hope that our last goodbye, one year ago, was our last goodbye here on earth and someday, I wasn't wrong, we will see each other again. We'll have a hello that will be sweet and forever.
Today, I will marvel in the fact that I am human... the wonder that I can feel so much joy and so much hurt all in the same moment.