Contrasts
It was the best of times; it was
the worst of times. Not only the opening
line to a famous book, this descriptor fit October 26, 1983 for this Grandpa. Word was received that my Father died
suddenly and the world as I knew it changed.
Daddy was my rock, my stability.
He had always been with me and suddenly, was gone. We had just spent a week with Mom and Dad at
the beach, walking swimming, fishing, laughing, reading books to our children…and
he was gone, in an instant. I was
devastated, lost, and grieving. How
could I continue to live a normal life?
Daddy was thirty years older than
me and the past 30 years had always brought an introspective look each October
26. I knew that one year, I would be my
Father’s age…and this is the year, this is the day; an anniversary that has
been dreaded and thought about through the years. I miss my Daddy even after 30 years.
Speaking of contrasts, it was the
best of times when Grandson made me a Grandpa on October 26. Suddenly, the date had life
significance. No longer was the date
celebrated for a life taken, it became a birthday celebration for new life and
I think Daddy would much rather we celebrate the day with cake and ice cream. I love and miss you Daddy….Happy Birthday
Grandson!
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