My dad died exactly 12 years ago on November 4th. Sometimes it seems like it was yesterday. I can’t help but think of him today as I vote. I can only imagine what he would say if he was here. I’m trying to focus on the good times and not concentrate on his last days that came and went in a blink. I learned a lot about cancer. His cancer was discovered one month and two months later he was gone. We never had time to adjust to chemo or anything. I recall the last conversations we had. I recall the look in his eyes. I recall reading to him one of his favorite passages from the Bible on that last day. I recall the tears when I left the hospital on that last night, that it would probably be the last night I saw him alive. I recall getting the phone call at 1:30 a.m. on Nov. 4th saying, “Daddy’s gone.” Memories.
Dance with My Father
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I am so feeling you Sister Shelia,
My mom passed January 24th 2003, and this morning I woke up thinking what we would do if she were here. I know I would drive the hour and a half home, have a little breakfast with her, have her tease me about drinking black coffee with only sugar, and I would say something naughty and we would giggle like girlfriends…then I know we would go to the polls and she would be wearing something red and fly, red was her color and nickname…memories are so wonderful…
Love You!
angelia
I feel you, Shelia! I still miss my father, and there were always be a hole in my heart (I was a daddy’s girl). I truly believe he and everyone else in Heaven is aware of the monumentous events of yesterday.