Tuesday, December 02, 2014

Seven Years

So, today is the seven year anniversary of my father's death from cancer. That's really hard to wrap my head around; sometimes it seems that it was just the blink of an eye, but today it's the opposite. I can't believe it's ONLY been seven years. I've done a lot of livin' in these last few years, and that time- the stress, the sadness, the laughter, and tears- it just seems like a lifetime ago.

For several days now, I've been mulling over what I was going to write on this anniversary. This is THE day. It's a day to remember a life-changing event in the life of the Reid family. I tried to think of something profound to say.

But I got nuthin.' No profound wisdom to impart or wise words to share. But you know what I DO have?

A ton of dirty dishes to wash.

Mundane? Yep. Boring? Yes, indeed. Necessary? Sadly, yes. I must do the dishes. Life goes on. As it should. As it must.

Sometimes life is amazing, like when I visited with Watatulu people up in the rock hills around Lake Eyasi in Tanzania. Sometime life is miserable, like when I struggled with anger and depression last year. It's fun when I watch Guardians of the Galaxy with friends. And it's plain old boring when I have to do the dishes.

I miss my dad. I would love to talk to him about all of the above (though maybe not the dishes). I think of him every single day. And I hope I always will. I wish he were here with us, yet he is not; but his example still lives on with me, guiding me.

Life goes on, and I think he'd be very happy to hear it.


2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wonderful post. Love you, mom

Not Waving But Drowning said...

Sometimes I hit "next blog" and today, there you were. I lost my Dad in 2011 and although I'm usually very private, for some reason, I blogged about it for all the world to see. I had shared Dad stories prior to that. When the people are much loved, the loss is all the greater; that's the catch. As to your previous post, my friend is currently going through the same thing, albeit in Russia. He had been in South Africa some years earlier and parlayed his experiences into a book. Being the raconteur, he finds that something gets lost in translation. I'll give a shout out in case you want to have a look. He's a good guy.http://scottdcovey.blogspot.ca/
Now that i've found your blog, I'll keep checking in. I'm a nightshift worker who never sleeps.