Days of Remembrance

by Cathy Miller

in Miller Musings

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Douglas M. Miller – my Dad

I remember the first Father’s Day after my dad passed.

My mom and I were in a card shop a few weeks before. A wave of grief hit me with the impact of a tsunami.

I would no longer be purchasing a Father’s Day card for my dad. I could not hold back the tears.

Days Remembered

I am of an era when greeting cards were the norm. And not the electronic kind.

I always appreciated the process of finding the right card. The one that expressed exactly the right sentiment. Whether funny or heartfelt, I took time in choosing my card.

I knew I chose wisely when Dad would read my card, his beautiful blue eyes welling up with tears, while a hint of a smile crossed his lips.

Now gone forever, except on the screenshots of my mind, the channels of my heart.

The days of remembrance get easier. The memories much richer.

With age comes the understanding of how lucky I am. Not every child remembers. Not every child knows love. Not every child experiences. The days of remembrance. The memories of the heart.

Happy Father’s Day, Dad. I love you and miss you.

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Anne Wayman June 13, 2014 at 8:37 am

Thanks goodness we have those screenshots in our mind… or in my case, mostly still photos.

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Cathy Miller June 15, 2014 at 12:30 pm

:-) Whatever works, Anne.

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Lori June 25, 2014 at 6:11 am

You look like your dad, Cathy. That same smile and warmth is on your face, too.

Hugs to you, friend.
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Cathy Miller June 25, 2014 at 6:32 am

So I’ve been told, Lori. ;-) Thanks and hugs back, my friend.

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