I am writing this just a few hours after learning that my Dad died, I want to cry, I want to laugh but most of all I want to remember his love! He was always holding my hand when I went to see him which was very few times in the past year. It was so hard to see him he didn't smell good and he was actually not the dad that I remembered. However he was my dad and I am glad I saw him on Easter Sunday. I told him he looked liked Howard Hughes because his fingernails grew out very long and he had a scruffy face but he had showered and he was clean so I kissed "Howard" bye thinking I would go and see him again soon. However soon will never be and for this I am a bit sad. The kids at least got to see there grandfather one last day. For this I am happy! Death is a funny thing! One minute you are sad the next thing is you have a smile on your face over some silly times. I'll write more later, Its time to cry!
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If you didn't cry for him, Susy, it would mean you didn't miss him. And, if you didn't miss him, he wouldn't be the wonderful man that he sounds very much like he was.
Cherish your memories... the good and the bad, because they ALL make up the man you loved as your dad. And, don't beat yourself up too much for not going to see him "one last time". Like I said to you before, now you have the Guardian Angel looking out for you, and as long as you carry him in your heart, you'll ALWAYS have him with you.
It's nice to know that another cool dude is up in Heaven, hanging out with my dad! :)
xox,
Cheryl (a.k.a. Mama C.)
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