Today would have been my parents' 49th wedding anniversary. They made it to 40 years before Dad died, but we didn't celebrate that. He was too sick that year. We did a big party for their 25th, and we did a card shower for their 35th. Even at that point, Dad had been sick for twelve years and we really didn't know how many years would remain, and a big party would have been too much. Last night as I was dozing off to sleep, I was having a dream, but it wasn't really because I wasn't asleep so I don't really know what it was. But for just a second, I forgot my dad was gone. That was a harsh realization that kind of sucked, but I know I'll see him again someday. Dad is missed every day, but anniversaries, birthdays, and holidays can be especially emotional.
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