05-08-24 20 years
I felt the weight of loss today. Hard to fathom that two decades have passed since my dad was killed when he crashed his floatplane. He was barely 64, gone too young and too full of life and love. I know he would admire the life I have now and would be proud. I do wish he could have seen his great grandchildren as he would have been tickled to hang with them. Gene, his namesake, the oldest, is a wonderful human, and has the best hugs, just the thing his Great Grandad was known for.
I have had a challenging last week of being ‘on’ for people and it made me just come home after work. I didn’t even stop at the liquorstore for Scotch which is my traditional toast to dad. I’m sure he would have a chuckle that I am enjoying Port and Pringles though.
triumphgal 