remembering over time

[beeleafs]

I reckon this is the most appropriate place to share my thoughts on loss and the component of time.
My dad passed away on Jan 15, 2017. He had a lot of health issues but it came unexpected.
So as I was reflecting over the weekend, I was shocked when I did the math. I find it hard to believe it has been 7 years already! That, kinda freaked me out to be honest. At times, I feel like time is trying to take him further away from heart and my mind.
For sure not a week goes by that I don't think about him and consider calling him (odd, but I still have his number in my phones "favorite" contacts), especially during times of celebration or trials of life and times of difficulty. He was my dad, but more than that: he was a good man, never met a stranger, and always had practical life advice regardless of the situation or the circumstances. We didn't always agree, but I see the wisdom of his advice now that I have grown/matured and am in what is likely to be the last 1/3 of my life here. I aspire to honor him by being a good, strong, man... every day. Some days I feel like I fall short, other days I hear myself giving the same advice he once gave me and I feel proud to be standing on his shoulders. So bringing it all "full circle"...if your earthly father is still living, please don't waste a minute to share joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control and love with him. And if you are a father, never underestimate the power of positive influence you can have on your kids, when they are young, as they grow, and when they enter into adulthood. It's an amazing gift and a wonderful burden of responsibility we have been afforded....just don't waste any of it, because given the component of time, at some point, we will all be left with only memories.

 

[Ponzerite]

My dad died January 8, 2006. @beeleafs I have a lot of those same feelings. My dad also had a lot of health issues, but like you said, the end was kind of unexpected. I made up my mind many years before, momma was going to call me one day and tell me if I wanted to see him again I had better come on, and I was prepared for that. But he went to the hospital with something relatively minor, can't remember now. Missed visiting hours by a few and was in the waiting room with momma, and decided to run to her house for something. About the time we left, they called for a code, we looked at each other, but knew daddy was OK. Momma had left him eating a sausage biscuit. So, we left and they called us and told us to come back. Just a few days later, he died.

For whatever reason, he's been on my mind much more lately. Just things I'd like to show him, tell him about, whatever. He was a good guy, everyone liked him, but he wasn't perfect, no one is. But he was my daddy. There are lots of memories, a little sadness now and then, but many more good thoughts.

You are do right, don't waste a single opportunity.

 

[Inglis]

It is said the son does not become a man till he learns from his Father.

My Father has been gone almost twenty years but I see his smile, knowage, and some times his stories in my children. I still keep his shoes in my mud room.

It is good to remember and not forget the notes you shared.

My children love the story when my Father came home a day early from being at sea for almost two years and broke the bed. One of the side boards broke and he just rolled over and went to sleep.