Dear Pops,
It’s been two months. Two months since the last time I
talked to you. Two months since I last heard your voice. Two months since I got
the phone call. The phone call that you had passed away. That was a bad day for me. I still came to work because I knew I needed
to get things ready before I left. I’m
glad I came to work that day. I cried
between every class but I knew I had to keep it together in front of my
students. That is the only thing that
kept me from falling to pieces. It sort
of worked. They knew something was wrong
but I couldn’t find the words to say “my dad passed away this morning.”
There were so many people at your funeral. I felt bad that everyone had to stand in line
that long but it was amazing to see all the love and support from
everyone. At one point I looked over and
I could see you smiling. I don’t know
who was talking to you but they must have said something funny because I could
also hear you laughing. That is one thing I miss the most is hearing you
laugh. I always loved watching funny
movies with you because of how much you laughed.
We are doing ok but we’re not. Everyone misses you. I don’t know if being
away from everyone is making this easier or harder. Easier because I can sometimes forget about
it and that helps get me through to the next day. Harder because I’m not around family and I
really miss everyone.
Somedays I think I finally have patched the hole in my heart
with a little bit of putty and it’s finally starting to heal a little. Then I see something or hear something that
reminds me of you and the putty gets ripped out and I wonder when it’s not
going to be painful anymore.
Well, I know you are busy so I will wrap this up. I hope you
are finding some time to go fishing with Ritchie because that was one of your
favorite things to do. Give Mutley some
grapes and string cheese for me. Finally, watch out for Mom on the golf course
and get her with as many sprinklers as you can!
Love ya Pops!
P.S. Keep the pennies coming. They really help!
