On Tuesday we remembered the 10th anniversary of my dad’s death. July 29, 1998.
I have been trying to blog about it all week, but the words have been failing me. Ten years is a long time, and a lot has happened. You think you should feel a certain way at such an anniversary, but I do not feel the way I think I should. I am not grieving; I am not sad.
I am here. I am aware. And I am happy.
That is the legacy I have been blessed with from my dad. I know that tomorrow comes and it may or may not be better than today, but I just have given up that I am in control of these things. This song was sung at his funeral and it is a great reminder of this:
My dad loved music, and that love is shared by my mom, my brother and me. Music is a magical things that transcends our spoken language. Through music we are encouraged and strengthened. This was one of dad’s favorite hymns, and how appropriate. Even though his body was falling apart piece by piece this song was something that helped give him strength:
Dad smiled. Lordy, would he smile. He would not allow us leave the funeral with frown on our face. The bier and the people exited the church to this…played by a brass band:
So long Dad! Thanks for everything. The memories will always be with me, and you will not be forgotten.