3 AM on July 24th
My father died. He was a better man than most of you will ever have the honor of meeting. I miss him every second of every day and I hate living without him. He was my hero, my mentor, my champion. I was never afraid or alone because I knew I could always count on him. He inspired and encouraged me. We made each other laugh. And sometimes cry. He was wise and kind and funny and adventurous and brave and so very full of love. It is a cold and empty world without him in it.
Last year, this year, and every year to follow I remember him at 3 am on July 24th with a glass of his favorite single malt scotch. Feel free to join us. He'd have liked that.
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I'm sorry for your loss. I'll join you next year, just in a different time zone. It won't be difficult for me to remember.
July 24th is my parents' wedding anniversary, but it's going to be changed for me starting this year as my dad is getting remarried this October. I'm happy for him, that he's found a new companion, and we do like Ginny, but we'll all always miss my mom. We always did something on July 24 to make sure Daddy wasn't alone and brooding, and I'm grateful he won't be alone anymore, but I regret that we won't be marking the anniversary as a family any longer.
July 24th is also my grandparents' wedding anniversary, and the reason my parents were married that day. Grandma Kopsell was my first teacher of pretty much everything. Everything I am with a needle, hook, shuttle, string, thread, or yarn, is because of her. She taught me to bake, cook, freeze, can, pickle, make soap with lye, identify birds, use a field guide, use field glasses, bale hay, garden, make sausage, use what's on hand, love at least 10 different types of squash, and how to listen. Grandpa taught me that it didn't matter what color the steer's hide was, the steak would taste the same because it's what you feed them that matters; and that people are the same way too. Grandpa knew his livestock at least as well as he knew his business associates, usually better. I miss my grandparents terribly, but I carry the memory of them close to my heart.
I think July 24 must be as about as sacred a day as it's possible to be.
Thanks,Rebecca. Now I have something positive to think of on that day.
Your family sounds so close and happy. I'm glad you have memories of all the good times.
As for me, it was only my Dad, Mom, brother and I. Mostly, just my Dad, really, and when he died it felt like nobody else noticed.
I wonder how that can be, as he was bigger than anyting or anyone I have ever known or even heard of. Not in size; he was small like me. His presence, though, was like a force of nature.
H, I wish I could have been there with you four days ago and had that drink (or in my case A drink of sorts). I wish I could have met your Dad, I really really do.
C
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