Four Years

Four years ago today I got the news that my Dad had died.  He actually died on July 7 but since he was in Vancouver, and no one knew him, it took them a week to track us down.  They had to cremate him to send him back, so I never got to see his body to make sure they had the right guy.  I think it finally set in around Christmas cause he always called us at Christmas.  The first year I had just gotten married so the day passed with me thinking about him but still really excited about being a newlywed.  The second year I was sleep deprived dealing with a newborn.  The third year it hit me, I had dreams about Dad watching us and Ian grow.  This year, I feel a little sad about it, I probably always will.  

I was thinking about my memories of my Dad before he left us.  When I was 4, he used to dance me around the living room on his feet to Boney M.  When I was 5, he ran up and down the street holding the back of my bike trying to teach me to ride.  My Mother told him to just let go so I could see that I could do it myself and he told her he wouldn't let go because he promised me that he wouldn't.

Those are two really good memories and I find that they are helping this year.