Friday, August 31, 2007

Bittersweet Good Bye....


Revisiting that vacation I just got back from....

It was a bittersweet visit, that's for sure...

The kind of "vacation" where you finally say goodbye to one parent and realize that you'll be doing the same with the other soon enough...

The "getaway" where you finally realize you are "all growed up" and there's no escaping everything that comes with those loaded words...

My Dad passed away in September, 2006. While we had the traditional funeral soon after, I feel that I truly let him go on this past vacation. Dad was an avid outdoorsman and would sneak down to the Gulf Coast of Texas whenever he could, to get some fishin' in. That's why it was just so right that we released his ashes into the Gulf of Mexico, a place where he loved to fish. Not your traditional resting place, but SO right for him and the man that he was.
Rest in Peace, Dad....I'll be seeing you again someday.....
Oh yeah (just in case you didn't figure it out) and that's him and "mini-me" up there in the cowboy hats....It was a family vacation and I was 2, I think (based on the date stamped on the photo)....

5 comments:

mockingbird hill said...

This tugs at my heart! My Dad passed away 23 years ago and the Sunday before, he sat out on the back patio (this is Florida) and said, "I never want to leave this place." When the time came, there was no decision to make..we brought him home and placed him in all of the spots on the 5 acres that were special to him. Actually, that's a very cool thing...not many people get their last wishes!
Cassie

Tina said...

Hugs Steph, My dad's been gone 24 years and I still miss him badly, somedays!
t

Steph said...

Cassie- That is a wonderful story- thank you for sharing it. And I agree....What better place for your final resting place than a place that you loved?

Steph said...

Tina- Thanks. I have gotten to the point where I will always miss him, but thinking of him doesn't physically hurt like it did a few months ago. All part of the process, I suppose....

Dana said...

Hey sugar ... I thought I'd go back and read some of your previous postings. I feel for you ... I lost my Dad 15 years ago on September 29. That physical pain you speak of ... I'm glad for you that you've been able to release him and allow that to pass. Even after 15 years there are times in my life where that physical pain of loss and grief return ... but they have become more few and far-between. Usually it's those moments in time when you just know that your Daddy would have wanted to be there to congratulate you or hug you or share in your joy with you. It was a special thing you did ... my Dad was an outdoorsman, too ... and you just can't keep those kinds of men "cooped" up. ;o)

Love & Hugs for you ...
xo
Dana