Covid-19 Days – 89
As my mom tells it, the room in which my dad died smelled of flowers about the time he passed. It was a hospital room so the bleach like smell disappeared replaced with flowers. Amazing.
My father died on this date twenty years ago. I still miss him dearly.
What would life had been like with him around for these past twenty years? What would we have been? What would we have done? Would life be the same, but with him around to add even more enjoyment? It has been so many years without his presence that I can’t imagine it.
The man was jolly. I try to be as jolly as he was. His laugh was great and comforting. When we were just toddlers he was our Santa. There was no need to believe in the bearded fellow from the North Pole, because he was always living in our house. That’s how jolly he was.
Twenty years ago, I was there by his hospital bed on his last night. It haunts me now as the next day he was gone. I wish I could’ve had more time with him. I would’ve loved to have someone to confide in more as I got older. Someone to seek advice from. My dad was very right in a lot of things he asked of me. That is until his last…
If your dad is still around, hug him for me. Cherish the time now. We only have a finite time with our loved ones. Let’s live it with gusto.
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Didn’t realize we had this in common. Tragic man.