It was two years ago today
Sep. 19th, 2003 11:55 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
addersljThere are some moments you will never forget. In the early hours of the 19th of September 2001, I was awakened by my mother after a couple of hours of fitful sleep. My brother and I ran into Mum and Dad's bedroom, but he was already gone. My Dad was dead, his final moments saved for Mum alone, as well they should have been.
Two years ago, and yet still my eyes fill with tears as I type this. Two years.
I was very lucky with my parents. I've been very close to them for the vast majority of my life. I spent more time with them in the last nine months of my Dad's life than I had since I left for university over a decade before. We were close and talked most days. Losing Dad was like having one of the most important parts of my life ripped away.
It was one of those defining moments in my life. There are a few of those in every life. For me they are things like moment I met Lorna, the moment I proposed and she accepted, and the moment Dad died. They are the moments that define the "before" and "after" in life. I had 29 years of "before" and I've had just two of "after" Dad. I'm not used to it yet. I still pick up the phone to tell him something and realise that he's not going to answer. I still want to talk problems through with him and miss him desperately as a result.
In some ways, I should be grateful. Mum is doing well and we're all gathering for a family meal tonight. However, as always, the most important person at that gathering won't be sat at the table.
I miss you Dad.
Two years ago, and yet still my eyes fill with tears as I type this. Two years.
I was very lucky with my parents. I've been very close to them for the vast majority of my life. I spent more time with them in the last nine months of my Dad's life than I had since I left for university over a decade before. We were close and talked most days. Losing Dad was like having one of the most important parts of my life ripped away.
It was one of those defining moments in my life. There are a few of those in every life. For me they are things like moment I met Lorna, the moment I proposed and she accepted, and the moment Dad died. They are the moments that define the "before" and "after" in life. I had 29 years of "before" and I've had just two of "after" Dad. I'm not used to it yet. I still pick up the phone to tell him something and realise that he's not going to answer. I still want to talk problems through with him and miss him desperately as a result.
In some ways, I should be grateful. Mum is doing well and we're all gathering for a family meal tonight. However, as always, the most important person at that gathering won't be sat at the table.
I miss you Dad.
