February 25, 2009 by esarsea
I miss my Dad today.
Some days are like that.
It was raining the day I watched my father being loaded into the black station wagon parked in his driveway. He was a good man who I loved and respected.
It’s rather ironic when I look back. I remember being thankful for the rain, and the camouflage it provided my face at the time. Today it falls as a mean-spirited and spiteful reminder.
Washington State is a lousy place to live if you find the rain depressing.
I’m not typically prone to melancholy moods, and this too shall pass. It’s been nearly 10 years now. Most often my reflections are securely footed in acceptance, and positive fond memories. Come tomorrow I’ll probably look back on this post and feel a tinge of embarrassment that I even wrote about this.
All in all I guess it’s good for me to revisit these emotions, so I don’t forget what my wife is dealing with now. She lost her Dad just 2 months ago. Sometimes I forget that…
Funny how stuff like this works. I feel better already. I’m going to go wrap this up and send an email to my wife – and tell her I love her.