Autumn's Last Pink Rose
My parents and my memories of them are very much on my mind this past few weeks. I am the 3rd eldest in the 'cousin' generation. The WWII generation has all passed in our family and after Dad's passing October 5th I found that it is my time to mourn, a time to remember, a time to contemplate. We will be holding a memorial service the first Friday in November and there have been jobs for each of us to help get ready.
When I picked up Dad's ashes I was very sad while driving home and from the corner of my eye an outlined clear shape of a man was sitting beside me. I answered the unheard with "I love you too Dad". Was that a visitation or a memory?
Dad always said "I love you" and I always answered "I love you too Dad".
Dad phoned about a week before he died. He is deaf and has not been able to hear when I phone him. He was as clear as a bell, he could hear and respond to everything we said, he remembered my families names. He was upbeat. That was the last time we talked. My Dad.
Robert Munch wrote a song/poem for his children who died. He said everyone changes the verse to make it their own. I did.
I’ll love you forever
I’ll like your for always
As Long as I’m living
My Daddy you’ll be.