I debated if I should even post something today, but I decided that I couldn’t let the anniversary of father’s passing go by without acknowledging it on here.
Anniversary of Father’s Passing
Two years ago today, my dad passed away. This was after he spent a few weeks in the hospital (including the Thanksgiving holiday). While it shouldn’t have been a surprise, I was still shocked when it happened. You see, dad had been in bad health for several years. In fact, he’d been in the hospital lots of times. However, he had always come back home and been ok (more or less). So, I guess I had come to the assumption that he would be ok that time. When he wasn’t, it was a true gut punch.
When dad passed away, someone told me that the first year without him would be the hardest. I must say that I agree, to some extent. Everyday was a new challenge without him… The first Christmas, birthday, etc. Having never experienced that before, every single holiday (which should have been joyous) was filled with dread and deep sadness.
Now that I’ve had a couple of those without him, I can’t say that they are any better. I can say though, that I don’t dread them as much simply because I’ve endured it previously and I know this is how it’s going to be. The anniversary of father’s passing has been relatively calm. I spent the day with my mom and we did some Christmas shopping. It seems like we do much better when we stay busy and go out. I don’t know that we’ll do it every year, but I certainly think it helped this year.
I still miss daddy beyond words. In fact, sometimes the pain hits me so hard and abruptly that I can’t process it. However, I take things one day at a time and just keep in mind that he would want me to be happy. So, I try to move on with my life while remembering the good times.