For the life of me I couldn't figure out why I was having such a bad day today. I knew all week that today was one year since my Dad died, but I guess I wasn't expecting to feel so bad/sad/mad or whatever this is. Loosing people you love is something you never get used to, one of my least favorite things about being an adult.
I think the thing I miss most is listening to his stories, no matter how many times I’d heard them, they never got old. My kids loved hearing their Grandpa tell his stories over and over.
He had a great sense of humor, sometimes we would laugh so hard we’d end up crying. Some days we would call each other 4 to 5 times just to joke around or because we were laughing to ourselves about something we remembered.
A few years ago we realized that maybe we joked around with each other too much the day he called to tell me he had fallen and broke his arm. I was in the middle of getting my kids ready for bed, and thinking he was just kidding I told him “that’s not funny, I don’t have time for you messing around right now” and hung up. After a few minutes I started to feel bad for being so short with him so I called him back …and a Fireman answered the phone! I couldn’t believe it, we laughed about it once I got to the hospital.The painting below was done by my brother, he painted it from a picture of my Dad playing College Baseball.
On a lighter note, I just received a package from a swap that I'm going to go and open :) I'll be sure to share it with you soon.