Next week will be five years that my dad passed away. It doesn’t seem like it was that long ago. Every year goes by quicker and we get busier, but we cannot forget those who have passed.
My dad was a smoker and had other underlying health problems, but the smoking was a big factor. It’s not easy losing a parent but it is part of life. I sure do miss him. I don’t cry as much, but there are days the tears roll down. Looking back on pictures and remembering the memories are sometimes hard, but it does get easier. I cry less and smile more.
For you Dad!
He was a strict dad because of his upbringing, and the words “yes sir” and “yes ma’am” were always expected of me and my siblings. We could not leave the dinner table without asking, “may I be excused?” He wanted respect, and as parents that is how it should be. I see less and less of that nowadays. Of course, some of these things went by the wayside as we got older. But he instilled in us the respect that was needed.
My dad was very hard of hearing and he wore hearing aids. But it’s really funny because he would still yell when speaking. I would raise my voice for him to hear and then he would say, “why ya yelling?” He became funnier as he got older and that is what I miss the most. I usually host Thanksgiving and every year I email everyone the menu. I always ask if anyone would like to bring anything, and my dad, being funny would always respond back and say that he didn’t like the menu and changes would be needed. I miss that!
I don’t recall saying I love you when I was younger. I’m sure I did say it, but not as much as I say it now. I say it every day to my family and after a conversation on the phone. As I got older I would say it to my dad. He knew I loved him and I knew he loved me. The hardest part for me was when I saw him for the last time in the hospital. He was on oxygen, and the medication was keeping him somewhat alert. I looked into his eyes and said, “Dad, I love you” and a tear rolled down his face and he said “I love you too.” Those were the last words we spoke.
Losing someone is always difficult, but losing a parent is hard. So many things have happened in the last five years that I wish he could have seen. He was and would be even more proud of my daughters. Death is a part of life and we live in a world that is broken and full of sin. Even though I miss him so, I know that God has a plan for all and the Bible helps me through it all.
In the end and in the remembering, always remember to say I Love You! Life is short and the loss of a loved one is hard and those three little words mean so much. Say it when leaving the house and ending a conversation. Oh, and by the way, those words are meant for everyone. Share those words with others, family or not.
Stay safe, stay healthy and God Bless