Today my dad would have been 79 and I love him so much and I wish he could have lived forever.
Welcome to grief, where every so often, a day can still kick you in the ass. Almost 11 years on, it’s better than it used to be but the ache is still there and the pain flares up periodically. It seems so strange to me that so much of who I am now, what my life is now — he wasn’t a part of. I’ve moved, gone through two career changes, become a dog person and a knitter and someone who sometimes rocks purple hair. I’m on my second new car since he died and man, would he have loved Bella.
I’m taking my mom out to dinner tonight. Mexican, because that was his favorite — after steaks. She likes to honor the day like this and so do I, partly for my benefit and partly for hers. And then hopefully tomorrow I can wake up and the feelings will have receded and I can think of him with fondness, but not tears.
bonnyknits 
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Hugs to you! I’m glad you and your mum have some time together planned.
Thank you! I’m glad I took her out. It was good for both of us!
*hugs*
Thank you!!
❤️🩹 I get it. I lost my Daddy in 2020 and still have those times when it grabs and squeezes my heart.
Oh, I’m sorry. That’s not long ago at all! I’m sure it still feels very fresh a lot of the time. 💜
Yes, and thank you. I am sorry for your pain too. I hope your dinner with your mother helped you both and that you are feeling better today.
💜 I’m thinking about you. Grief is a bitch, but it’s good you are processing and spending time with your mom.
Sending you lots of hugs.
Hugs to you and thinking of you ❤