This will mark the eighteenth Father’s Day without my father. My Dad.

Dad passed away the morning of their 42nd wedding anniversary. Blood clot from his leg jammed his heart.

I was living in California then, on the Central Coast. It took me thirteen hours, not counting a five hour nap on Lea Ann’s sofa, to get to Tucson.

The last time I had talked to him, I was trying to convince him and Mom to have breakfast before they drove home, about three months prior. I finally convinced him. I think Mom knew that I had had a premonition that this would be my last chance to sit and talk with him face to face. She helped me convince Dad to have breakfast. Dad never believed that I sometimes could “see” things coming.

This will mark the fourth year of celebrating Father’s Day with MEG, and I’m not with her this day. Even now, as I am typing this early Saturday morning, I am already missing her.

There is a young lady and her husband in Idaho who call me Dad; she has called me that since she could talk. I first met her when she was six months old. Now, her second daughter is almost six months old. That young lady knew my Dad as Grandpa; something my daughter will never know, someone I wish TMBWitW could have met. He would have liked her.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads out there. And remember, even if your Dad is no longer here, your Heavenly Father will always be with you.

Chat ya later…

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It’s been a week of anniversaries, and we’re not finished yet. Monday August 30 was two years since Logan went to the Rainbow Bridge, today marks eighteen years since Dad passed away, Monday September 6 will mark four years since TMBWitW’s mother passed away. The end of the month will mark two years since LeaAnn passed away.

Today would also have marked Mom and Dad’s 60th wedding anniversary. This will be the first one with both of them gone.

Cancer is an equal opportunity slayer. While Dad did not die of cancer, but as a by-product (a clot blocked a vein), pink ribbons and donations just never seem to add up to enough soon enough.

Right now, today, I will remember Dad. Monday I will remember Grace. LeaAnn will be remembered when her anniversary comes.

Not that they will ever be forgotten.

Chat ya later…

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It’s been a year since we had to let Logan go. Actually, it was a year ago Sunday. I try not to dwell on it. I still wonder if I could have done anything else, to help him live a more productive life, if there was something we didn’t try to help him. Then I will look at TMBWitW and we will assure each other, once again, that we did everything we could and that he had a good life with us while he was here. Then I go back to “not” dwelling on it.

Tomorrow would have been my parent’s 59th wedding anniversary. Along with that memory, we will also mark tomorrow as the 17th anniversary of Dad’s passing. It doesn’t get any easier, knowing I won’t hear his laugh, see his big ol’ smile, or hear his voice ever again, at least not this side of Resurrection Day. I will always treasure the last time we got together. I was living on the Central Coast at the time, and he and Mom had come out to visit. The morning they were going to head back to Tucson, we had breakfast with them. That was the last time I saw Dad. I’ll go back to “not” dwelling on that, too.

On the up side, today is the birthday of my buddy, Robert. We were in high school together, along with Kenny we all joined the USMC at the same time, but Robert is the only one who stuck it out and retired from the service. He lives in Ohio with his beautiful bride, Sheila, and I don’t get to see them nearly often enough, but we do stay in touch. I’m going to go over and poke him on Facebook. And then I may even call him.

Chat ya later…

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