One year later some anniversaries never go away

Tomorrow marks a year since the passing of my father.

My friends have been stopping by to give me an extra smile or hug; a knowing glance from those that have lost their parents before me; or even just to “check in”.   It’s been nice.  We (Americans) do have a strange culture when it comes to death/dying.  We don’t really know what to say (really…there is not much you can say); how to act (no different than normal, please); or even if we should acknowledge the passing.

My boss’s dad just passed away this last month as well.  A few days before his birthday, if I am not mistaken.  The strange part for me was still living in this fog of not having my dad and watching someone else enter into the fray.  I observed how uncomfortable my colleagues were (well….some of them) as my boss expressed his emotions and gratitude for their kindness.  And he was just choked up while speaking.

It’s tough this life without a dad.  Especially if your dad was BIG LIFE!  Gregarious, strong, laughing, opinionated, engaging…and always, always *on*.

And as the days here in the Pacific Northwest edge us closer to permanent slumber with gray skies and mushy footsteps, I count myself blessed.  Blessed to have had a Dad like him.  Blessed for my daughters to have such a great dad too.  And lucky to be here.

It’s been a foggy year.  And while the anniversary of his passing is tomorrow, for me it has been everyday that I wake up without his voice, guidance or laughter.

Tomorrow is just another day on the calendar.  It’s everyday in between that feels empty.

-back again in a few with a recipe and a product review –

Kate