I met my father for the first time three years ago. The more I learn about him the more I like him, but I will never address him as “dad.” Praise and honor to those good men who have rightfully earned that title.]]>
I went back and read your posts about your dad. Thanks for sharing those feelings.
It was Tim, not I, who lost his father. If my father passes you’ll all know it because he won’t be posting here anymore.
One of the unexpectedly hard things for me to deal with as we were preparing for my father’s death was the contrast between life and death. Once, I got off the phone with my mother, cried a bit, and then my baby girl took her first steps! I was thrown for a loop at the contrast between her and my father. And yet there was a lot of comfort, too, in how life goes on.]]>
I guess I can relate a bit to what you are going through. I miss him a lot, often wanting to call him and chat about things but I know he’s where he needs to be. I think it helps knowing that I had a really great dad who I can be proud of.
Thanks for sharing.]]>
My sister died about a month before my daughter was born. I can relate.]]>