You know, to be perfectly honest, I don't remember the exact date. It was either yesterday or it's tomorrow (I know it's not today). I don't want to remember the day he died, I want to remember how he lived. It's how I roll. It can make some of my family really angry, but tough toenails. I see no reason to be sad all. the. time.
I think about him every day because I have the little calendar clicker that he used, every day. I smile and give him a hello!
I remember May, because it was the Thursday before the Buffy finale. Usually, though, the day itself passes unremarked because that's not what I really want to remember. Father's Day is hard, though, even after all these years, because the first one was exactly one month to the day.
But he's in my thoughts often. Perhaps not every day, but when there's a cool new app or piece of tech, I think of him because I want to call him and have us babble tech at one another.
Father's Day is tough. I try to just focus on my kids and their father. It's a bit melancholy. What's really hard for me is his birthday; it's the same as my step sister's who is also gone. A double whammy.
I just try really hard to recall all the good stuff. It's all I can do.
I would have been fine if it wasn't for my brother - grrr. He has unresolved issues. I have none; dad and I were golden. And I do think of him every day - I have his little calendar clicker!
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I think about him every day because I have the little calendar clicker that he used, every day. I smile and give him a hello!
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But he's in my thoughts often. Perhaps not every day, but when there's a cool new app or piece of tech, I think of him because I want to call him and have us babble tech at one another.
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I just try really hard to recall all the good stuff. It's all I can do.
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