This just made me realize that my dad died nearly a year ago, in July, and Father’s Day is imminent.
I can’t believe it’s been this long already. Doesn’t seem so.
I lost my grampa 18 years ago in March. I still feel it acutely at times. My gran has been mentally gone for 2-3 years. I’ve already mourned her, still miss her, and I know when her body finally joins her mind, I’ll mourn her again, for years.
Ivylad’s father died about three years ago. Last month I went into a crying jag while taking a shower, thinking how much I needed him to slap his son upside his head. (Things are fine now, but hoo-boy.)
The funny thing is, for the past few nights, Ivylad has been dreaming of his dad. It’s the same type of dream…his father is standing across the road/at the other end of the football field/down the bottom of the steps and he’s saying something, but Ivylad can’t understand him.