He was a tall 6'1 a strapping handsome guy. He was the man who explained the atom to me when I was three and was pleased when I explained it back to him in my own words.
He was tough as nails, skilled in the art of kicking ass, and yet had poetry printed in books. He was my father. He was not perfect but he was a collection of stories about his life I'll never know how true they might have been.
He did once say to me, "the best punch in the face I ever got was from a one armed man."
I will miss him. He knew so much about everything. Even ready for some advice on a good traditional recipe I might be cooking.
I talked to him last Tuesday after I moved my fiance's stuff here. He talked to Daisy (my fiance) for some time on the phone and told her he had a gift for her when we come to see him. He promised not to tell until we showed up. He died Friday. No one knew he died because we all kept calling and no answer. He lived in another state from us. A friend of ours drove to his place and found mail over flowing.
That was a bad sign. So my brother drove up 3-4 hours tonight to open the door to the smell of death. He was dead for almost a week. We decided to have him cremated for that reason.
The man who cuts his lawn showed up and my brother said "we will no longer be needing your services."
Next Friday should be the funeral. Losing a parent is something that one cannot explain the pain. I am hurting bad right now. I just wanted to catch this moment in my life so I may reflect upon it in the future as I reflect on all my posts at Revora.
My dad died.
The irony of the story about the attached image is the fact that my mother and father were married 17 years and after that they didn't see each other for 25 years. They saw each other because I called Mom and said Dad is dieing, see him before he goes. So she did.
This is the only picture of the them in 25 years being in the same place.
Do you want to know how I feel right now? My dad died...
You have no idea how much that hurts...
