Not to be downer, because I had a great 18 mile run, but today is and will always be a sad day.
A year ago we lost Dave, my father-in-law.
My hubby is not the first person, nor the last, to lose a parent, but when you are relatively young it comes as a complete shock. Truthfully, I don’t think this shock has worn off. I keep expecting Dave to show up at family lunches or holiday dinners. To say something witty or start up a conversation about his favorite TV show.
I want to say more about him – he was a wonderful person and a great dad – but I can’t find the right words. I’m bad at dealing with grief (but who is?) and I become a blubbering, angry, morbid mess. Sometimes it’s hard being human.
I will say this… Dave’s life is not lost. We carry on his memories in our hearts. We share his spirit with others. He lives on in each of us and serves as a reminder that life is fragile, but worth living.
And like another Dave says — Life is short but sweet for certain.
I think I speak for everyone when I say…We miss you Dave.