Ten years ago today, my father died. He had been sick for quite a while so it wasn't completely unexpected, but it hurt just the same. Sickness, death, and the carnage we all leave behind when we go can be overwhelming.
I came to my parents late in life for my dad. He was in his early 50's when I was born. I think he was a more patient, caring father because of the place he was in his life. I thought he hung the moon and from my prospective, I think the feeling was mutual.
Life tends to take turns you could never predict. Sometimes real life seems more bizarre than any soap opera you could imagine. Over the last ten years, I have tried to put my dad in a little box in the back of my heart. He's there. I just don't know how to open the box and recall memories from what seems like a lifetime ago. Afraid that if I do, I won't be fit to live with in the present.
But today, just for a moment, here's a tribute to Dad. For the years of love, sorrow, happiness and pain you brought into my life. Thanks...I love you.
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