Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Today would have been my Dad's 85th birthday. Julianna was born 3 weeks early, and Dad got to see and hold her several times. If she'd have gone til her due date, he might have only seen her once.
Dad did it right when he died. In the afternoon he was chasing squirrels around the yard, and that evening he died, shockingly fast. It's the death we all want for ourselves- we're fine, and then we're dead- no lingering, no pain, no loss of function or faculties, just dead.
It's so hard to believe he's really gone, that he won't show up to see what we're doing with the yard, or to see what the babies are up to, or to ask if that dog can walk, since I'm always carrying her.
I'm happy that he got to dance at Heather's wedding, and sad that he won't see the other grandchildren married. I'm happy that he got to meet Julianna, and sad that he won't see her walk and talk. I'm happy that he got to spend time with Eddie and Jacob, and sad that Eddie won't remember him.
I'm happy that Mike, John and I had him as long as we did.
Rest in Peace, Joe! We love you and miss you so much it hurts.