It’s almost unbelievable that nine years have gone by since my Dad passed away. To this day I still continue to process the full impact he had on my life – much of it still unknown and new territory.
Today on Father’s Day I sat specifically to reflect on my Dad. Images swept through me in no particular order, from childhood to adulthood, health to sickness, the good times to the difficult ones. I really wish he had gotten to meet Sonia, but thankful that his last eighteen months were spent in part around Sophia.
As I acknowledged the sadness, I began to cry. And then perhaps by coincidence or not, I heard the strong downpour of rainfall around me. I listened almost as if in that moment the earth was taking on a little of what I carry. I sat feeling held and trusting that my Dad knew and knows how much we miss him and how grateful we are.
Happy Father’s Day Dad.