This is the sixth April that has felt heavy on my heart. Each one has been a little less so than the previous one, but heavy nonetheless. Six years ago, on April 30th, 2015, my dad unexpectedly died and our world completely changed.
I'm not sure what more to say today. In past years I wrote things that just flowed out of my heart and down through my fingers expressing my grief and gratitude in ways I just don't feel capable of now.
I guess I'm feeling a bit numb this year. Maybe it's the pandemic and the hard school year and coming out of winter. Maybe it's the passage of another year and the trying to remember things that seem to be fading away more quickly. Maybe it is because I have fully embraced my Enneagram 9-ness where numbing is my dominant coping skill.
Whatever it is, that's where I'm at on this sixth 30th of April..
I took the day off today and the girls and I went to the zoo. We had to buy tickets ahead of time and wear masks inside and avoid other people as best as we could, but it was something that felt almost normal.
We also took Bops' favorite treats to Lakewood and enjoyed the pretty surroundings and sugar that he would have no doubt spoiled them with on a regular basis if he was here with us.
That is still the most painful part. The thought of how much fun he would have with his four crazy granddaughters. I know this because I lost one of my grandpas when I was only a toddler, and as I grew up I felt the loss of that relationship deeply. I know the girls will feel that too.
But, as always, I come back to gratitude for the time I had with him. Gratitude that my girls have pictures with him that can reinforce memories they will cherish.
And gratitude that our family has persevered and continues to be the happy, strong and loving crew that he would be so proud of.
I love you and miss you, Dad.