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You showed up at Dad's celebration last week. In numbers more than we counted on. We heard stories of you driving the extra distance to go to Doc Stop, bypassing other stations, just so you could talk to Dad each day. We heard that he spotted you money when you were short on gas or food, or for a car repair. You told us that Dad's grandchildren were all he talked about, his fierce pride for his children, and that you gave him advice to stop giving his grandchildren such loud toys as gifts. You talked about his drive to keep moving, never stopping, and your ignored directive to him that he slow down. You said he taught you to just roll with it (he taught me the same) and we learned of the many fatherless souls whom he mentored. You said over and over he was such a kind and good man, how sorry you were, how he'll never be forgotten. You came from times long ago and distances far away.
You said he mattered.
We are sorry for your loss, too. And we thank you for coming -- during just about the only bit of sunshine and warmth there had been all week-- (thanks Dad)-- to comfort us with your stories and your presence.
I think this will be the last post here...
If ever you wish to reach out I can be reached at mytwinsjuly06@yahoo.com.
Thank you for sharing Dad's journey over these last six months. His life here in the physical world ended with him knowing how much everyone cared.
Take care,
Shannon
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