Last week was the anniversary of my father’s death. My dad passed away 21 years ago.
Sometimes it all feels like a weird dream. The time spent with him in the hospital has a permanent home in my memory. It is like looking an old photograph.
My father died just before my 19th birthday. So much of my life he has missed.
I don’t think we ever get over the loss of a parent. I think as the years pass by, the grief becomes easier to manage. I feel a sadness that my husband and children never met him, yet I know a part of him lives on in me.
In loving Memory – May 22nd, 1914- April 23rd, 1988If you liked this post, why not buy me a coffee?