My dad made his permanent move to heaven (at least that’s the direction I think he went) 7 years ago. Dad worked hard, could fix anything, was tough on but loved his 6 kids, taught us right from wrong, was often as goofy as a big kid, and had a wicked, dry, funny sense of humor. Sometimes he was a butt, but he was rock steady in crisis, and we could always count on him and mom when we found ourselves in pickles of our own creation.
Dad taught me so many life skills and was a good friend as well as a father when I became an adult. I miss him and am grateful he was my dad. Every year around this time I reassemble the puzzle I had made of the picture board we put together for his FUN-eral (he pointed out at my uncle’s service a few years earlier that the first three letters of funeral are FUN). It’s so sweet to remember, and celebrate his life, over and over like this.
My heart is full of love for both my parents. And I’m thankful I can still tell my mom that in person.
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