I just wanted to share.
I finally got around to clearing out my dad's desk (1 1/2 years later, ha)... And I found calendar pages he had ripped out and kept, marking important days in his life.
This was the day my mom died:
He was a strong, sweet man who did more than I ever credited him for. He did his best. I finally understand the strength it must have taken to raise a young family after his wife died... I wish I could tell him how sorry I am that he lost her, sorry for the pain he went through. I was always so focused on my own pain.
I miss him. I wish he was here.
Back to normal programming tomorrow.
Namaste, my friends.