Well, it had to happen.....
I have been waiting for everything to "catch" up with me and today, it did. Kinda.
They say that Death comes in threes. Wrong. Since my Dad passed it seems that Death had come and decided to linger around a little longer than it should. I finally had the chance to speak with my boss at work. The Boss. The person that stirs the drink. The Big Cheese. Once again, I told the story of my father's passing. This time, the person on the other end responded in a different way. My boss cried. I felt bad for her. As sad of a story as it is, I sure did not want to bring anyone, not even my boss to tears. I thanked her for their support and I told her that as an only child, I considered my fellow employees and peers my "extended" family. On that remark, being the person who has much demand on her time, she suddenly made a comment I truly could not make out and departed. Did I offend her in any way, I wonder? Who knows. Life goes on.
Scene shifts to our training room at work where I was taking a moment to catch up on the day's headlines before we are excused for the day. I read that Dana Reeve passed away. I had forgotten that she was suffering from lung cancer. Baseball Hall of Famer Kirby Puckett passed away yesterday. I left work and as I was driving home, my thoughts turned to my Dad. I started thinking about all the times we did things together. The trips we took. I remember the breakfast we had together the morning of my wedding. Our trip to Orlando where I had gotten us a suite at the Residence Inn. He never stopped talking about that suite. All the times he helped me move or was there for me. As I pulled into my driveway and walked to the door, I saw something on the porch. It was a huge potted plant. I admired it and then read the card. It was from the office from where I worked. I brought the plant inside and after placing the plant where our pets would not harm it, I simply sat down. I then allowed myself to finally mourn my Dad. After I regained my composure, I thought to myself, "Wow. We had some great times together. I can't wait to see you again."
They say that Death comes in threes. Wrong. Since my Dad passed it seems that Death had come and decided to linger around a little longer than it should. I finally had the chance to speak with my boss at work. The Boss. The person that stirs the drink. The Big Cheese. Once again, I told the story of my father's passing. This time, the person on the other end responded in a different way. My boss cried. I felt bad for her. As sad of a story as it is, I sure did not want to bring anyone, not even my boss to tears. I thanked her for their support and I told her that as an only child, I considered my fellow employees and peers my "extended" family. On that remark, being the person who has much demand on her time, she suddenly made a comment I truly could not make out and departed. Did I offend her in any way, I wonder? Who knows. Life goes on.
Scene shifts to our training room at work where I was taking a moment to catch up on the day's headlines before we are excused for the day. I read that Dana Reeve passed away. I had forgotten that she was suffering from lung cancer. Baseball Hall of Famer Kirby Puckett passed away yesterday. I left work and as I was driving home, my thoughts turned to my Dad. I started thinking about all the times we did things together. The trips we took. I remember the breakfast we had together the morning of my wedding. Our trip to Orlando where I had gotten us a suite at the Residence Inn. He never stopped talking about that suite. All the times he helped me move or was there for me. As I pulled into my driveway and walked to the door, I saw something on the porch. It was a huge potted plant. I admired it and then read the card. It was from the office from where I worked. I brought the plant inside and after placing the plant where our pets would not harm it, I simply sat down. I then allowed myself to finally mourn my Dad. After I regained my composure, I thought to myself, "Wow. We had some great times together. I can't wait to see you again."
Posted by Scotty Ice at 4:18 PM:
It's nice to have the good times to remember.
Take care of yourself!
My dad died 5yrs ago, and while he wasn't exactly "Father of the Year" , I do have many good memories of him. I just have to close my eyes and I can hear his voice as clear as if he was right here next to me, and I still see that smirk he always had. Cherish those memories you have of your dad, Scott. They will ease your loss and you'll come to realize that he's really not that far from you because you carry him in your heart. I know that sounds like a cliche' but it's really true. I still miss my Dad's physical presence.. and I sometimes think, "I wish Dad were here for this", but my memories and reminders of him help.
Minnesota is feeling a great loss right now, with the death of the one and only Kirby. He had a rough go of it the last 10 years but if you ask any kid growing up in the 80's and early 90's who their favorite MN Twins player was, they'll inevitably say Kirby Puckett. Dana Reeve and Kirby both died untimely deaths. Young lives cut short. That is truly a tragedy. We can be comforted in the fact that they both experienced life to the fullest and gave with all their hearts. My condolences to their families.
I'm done rambling Scotty, I enjoy your blog and thank you for the opportunity to share my 2 cents from time to time.
Your Friend in The Northern Hemisphere.
My dad died 5yrs ago, and while he wasn't exactly "Father of the Year" , I do have many good memories of him. I just have to close my eyes and I can hear his voice as clear as if he was right here next to me, and I still see that smirk he always had. Cherish those memories you have of your dad, Scott. They will ease your loss and you'll come to realize that he's really not that far from you because you carry him in your heart. I know that sounds like a cliche' but it's really true. I still miss my Dad's physical presence.. and I sometimes think, "I wish Dad were here for this", but my memories and reminders of him help.
Minnesota is feeling a great loss right now, with the death of the one and only Kirby. He had a rough go of it the last 10 years but if you ask any kid growing up in the 80's and early 90's who their favorite MN Twins player was, they'll inevitably say Kirby Puckett. Dana Reeve and Kirby both died untimely deaths. Young lives cut short. That is truly a tragedy. We can be comforted in the fact that they both experienced life to the fullest and gave with all their hearts. My condolences to their families.
I'm done rambling Scotty, I enjoy your blog and thank you for the opportunity to share my 2 cents from time to time.
Your Friend in The Northern Hemisphere.
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