A Year of First
At this time a year ago today, I was calling my family to the hospital, because upon my arrival the nurses informed me that the end was near. We had a sitter with Dad at night and I would arrive at 6:00am and stay until at least 10:00am. We had a sitting schedule so everyone would not get so worn out. I absolutely cherish the mornings that we were able to sit together. Though all he could do was answer by shaking his head, we were able to communicate fine. I read Louis LaMour to him, talked about hunting and fishing trips from the past. Thanked him for all that he taught me and and helping me become the father and husband that I am. There were a lot of great memories rekindled during our mornings.
Now we have had a year full of first... first birthdays, first holidays, two grand kids are now engaged and planning weddings, and a great grand son is walking. All without him. I have been told that it gets easier after the first year and I sense my mother thinking that there is going to be a miraculous change after today. But, I know that it is not going to get easier, we just learn to handle it differently.
If there is one thing I learned from my Dad, it is to live each day like it is you last and enjoy life to the fullest. His favorite quote was "Tomorrow ain't been touched". I miss him so much, but am so very blessed to have such a great hero, mentor, role model and friend. I know that today is today and "Tomorrow ain't been touched".