Life is an Adventure

Bowie just keeps getting better & better.

Bowie just keeps getting better & better.

Tattoo in memory of my father.  The symbolism is two fold.  He was the wind beneath my wings.  He let me be free but was always there in the shadows in case I needed help.  It also symbolizes letting his spirit soar

Tattoo in memory of my father.  The symbolism is two fold.  He was the wind beneath my wings.  He let me be free but was always there in the shadows in case I needed help.  It also symbolizes letting his spirit soar

Remembering Dad

It’s hard to believe that it’s been 3 years since Dad passed away. It only seems like yesterday and at the same time feels an eternity. I still recall vividly sitting beside him and holding his hand until he slipped away from us.  People say that it gets better with time, but I disagree…it doesn’t really get better, rather we learn to cope with the loss of that person. The more we love someone the larger the void when they are gone. How does that get better? How do you fill that void? We just learn to go on with that void there.

Dad was a larger than life person. He had a kind heart, and cared deeply for his family and friends.  You knew how much he loved his family just by looking at his face and the twinkle in his eyes- especially around his grandchildren.  The kids held a special place and he would do anything for them.  This unconditional love is what makes us miss him so much.  I’m glad that both kids were able to spend as much time with Dad as they did.  They will always have wonderful, warm memories of him.

Dad was a school teacher, a dance teacher and my teacher/mentor in life.  He was one of those teachers that put the enjoyment in school, he made learning fun. Not only did you learn in the classroom, but in every situation (whether you were aware of it or not).  I miss my talks with him and learning little pieces of information from our discussions.

We both had the same sense of humour and many times would just have to look at one another and start laughing at a situation, knowing what the other was thinking.  I really miss hearing his hearty laugh!  I miss being able to just phone Dad up and talk to him about things.  He always had some good piece of advice or knew the right thing to say.  I miss going for our monthly lunches and just chatting about our day.  I miss seeing him interact with my kids and just watching the enjoyment in his face and theirs. 

As much as I miss his presence, I also know that the person that he was, the things that he believed in, the knowledge that he gave, is living within everyone who came in contact with him and especially carries on in me and my children! 

On this 3rd anniversary of your passing Dad - rest in peace and know that you are still sorely missed by all of us but that your memory lives on in all of us!!  Miss you and love you forever xoxo