Hey Dad...
I've been away and trying not to feel guilty about the fact that I've enjoyed a phase of grieving that isn't as painful. I don't think of you as often in a way that makes me slide off into a painful place. Mostly now I think of you and smile and appreciate the blessing it was and continues to be to have such a wonderful father in my life. Today, strangely I don't have my own children at my side. I'm going to hike up Bird Ridge in your honor. The last time I was there was with you ... we almost made it to the top and I"m sure we would have made it if it weren't for our getting started so late in the day. I'll be thinking of you and thankful all the way.
love you
Rob
2 comments:
Made it to the top this time. It was a fantastic day. One I'm sure you'd enjoy right down to your bones. I could feel you smiling and I'd like to think a good part of you got up to the top with me on this day...
Bert,
for some reason I am "sliding" back into that painful mourning place lately. Not overwhelming , just more frequent and more sad. I look at the picture you posted here and remember how much he loved Alaska. He would have made an excellent "mountain mam". Delighting in the everyday task of surviving.
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