Two years and counting
Until the end of my days, it will be a number that, like my age, will never cease incrementing; June 21st, 2007 was when my father passed away. The dark irony, which I’m sure he would have found amusing, is that this year places that anniversary on Fathers Day. Not a week goes by when I don’t think of him and of everything that was both said and unsaid, and of the things that just never will be.
He was never one to use technology, nor did I ever really get phone calls from him once I went to Bowling Green for college. Once, near the end, he called from the cordless phone placed near his bed, to tell me he would see me the coming weekend, the last Fathers Day he’d be around for, and the call went to voicemail. Every handful of weeks when prompted, I re-save the voicemail after listening to it.
I miss my father.
Laura Miller said,
September 11, 2009 @ 13:59
Dear Sean, I knew your father in the late 1960s-early 1970s and cared for him very much. I am so sorry that he has passed away. You have such beautiful things to say about him, particularly his knowledge of military history and politics. He must have been a wonderful father.
If you are ever in touch with his long-time friends Jimmy, Cookie, Don, George (from the “Sand Bar” on Euclid), tell them “LD” sends her condolences on the loss of your Dad & their good friend.