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| My Mom Walks Alone |
Two years.
It's been two years since my dad has passed.
It's been two years since my dad has passed.
While many are out celebrating Cinco de Mayo festivities, our family mourns a little bit before the celebration. Yes, we do celebrate. We celebrate a life lived and a passing that has a bit of humor in it. If you knew my dad, you would have known that he loved to be around good people. People who liked to laugh because my dad liked to laugh. People who liked to smile because my dad liked to smile. People who were living in the moment because he did the same. So as you'd see, the humor in my dad's passing comes with the date: May 5th. Cinco de Mayo. A popular day of celebration in the Southwest. It's just like my dad to pass away on a day where we should have a party to celebrate both Cinco de Mayo as well as his passing.
There are no words to describe the loss of a parent. My mom suffered a great loss when her beloved husband passed. My dad took very good care of my mom, almost to a fault. But my mom got through it by going to church, journaling and taking each day as they came. It was a great relief when my sister and her husband left FL for a new life as newlyweds in AZ. My mom lovingly calls them her roommates.
People sometimes say that they see their loved ones who have passed in everyday things. For me, my dad visits me in the form of butterflies. It seems as though when I absolutely need him the most is when I happen to see or notice a butterfly. It's a comforting feeling especially when the butterfly catches me off guard. I could be sitting in the carpool line waiting to pick up the kids from school and I'll look up and spot a butterfly. It's my dad looking back at me and I know he is watching over me.
Rest in Peace Dad
There are no words to describe the loss of a parent. My mom suffered a great loss when her beloved husband passed. My dad took very good care of my mom, almost to a fault. But my mom got through it by going to church, journaling and taking each day as they came. It was a great relief when my sister and her husband left FL for a new life as newlyweds in AZ. My mom lovingly calls them her roommates.
People sometimes say that they see their loved ones who have passed in everyday things. For me, my dad visits me in the form of butterflies. It seems as though when I absolutely need him the most is when I happen to see or notice a butterfly. It's a comforting feeling especially when the butterfly catches me off guard. I could be sitting in the carpool line waiting to pick up the kids from school and I'll look up and spot a butterfly. It's my dad looking back at me and I know he is watching over me.
Rest in Peace Dad
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