I was ten or twelve, I can't quite remember exactly, and my dad had just recently been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. It was an exceptionally cold March evening, and my mom bundled us up and took us to visit my dad, who was in the hospital receiving treatment for a pretty bad spell he had recently had. After our visit, none of which I can remember, we headed home and as we neared our house, it started to snow.
When we got home, we jumped out of the car and ran to the middle of our cul-de-sac and played with the falling snow as it swirled around us. I remember standing under the street lamp and looking up and watching the snow fall and glisten as it reflected off the bright flourescent light. I closed my eyes, lifted my face to the light, and let the cold snow fall on my face. And at that moment, I forgot about the scary things happening with my dad, and everything seemed right with the world.
Tonight, on this cold March day, it snowed, Dad. And I thought of you.
Sunday, March 21, 2010
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I remember that day like it was yesterday. And I was only 8. I miss dad!
I dreamt of my dad last night and can't get him off of my mind this morning ... this was the first post I read after turning the computer on ... beautiful. It's nice to have memories like these. I miss my dad too.
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