I have gotten very little knitting done in the past month since my last post. I am up to the foot section on my second sock and I have completed a couple more hexagons.
The main reason for my lack of knitting and blog silence is that I have been struggling with a death in the family. My Daddy passed away on 9-18-2020 after a surgical procedure. It mostly unexpected but his health had been on the decline since a heart attack in June 2017 and diagnosis of mild diabetes.
I felt like maybe God had been preparing me for this but it was still a terrible blow. I just haven’t been able to write about it but it didn’t feel right to blog without mentioning either. So, I am finally feeling like I can talk about it.
It’s funny because we weren’t what most people would consider “close”but he was a very big influence on who I am. I always thought my Daddy was the smartest person in the world and that he knew everything. He showed me how to think and do things for myself, even when I didn’t want to learn those lessons. He always encouraged my love of books and music by his own example. He showed by example that caring for people when they need help is a priority. He supported my choices in the way we raised our family (having 10 children, home schooling, home births, etc…) and never made me feel like it was as nuts as everyone else thought. He believed in me. I miss him very much.
I guess the one comfort in all this was that I got to have all 10 of my children here plus my brother who I hadn’t seen for many years. Having family around to deal with all the cleaning out of the apartment, and dealing with all the financial and legalities. We also have to handle what happens with my mom. She has advanced dementia and we have to find her a place where she can get full time care. So we are working on that situation as best we can with me here in Nashville, Mama in Murfreesboro and my brother now back home in Las Vegas.
So sorry to hear about your Daddy (that’s what I called mine). Your Dad sounds a lot like mine. I can feel your pain-Daddy’s birthday was 10/11 and that was an especially hard day for me-he would have been 107 and passed away at 101 years/3 months and 2 weeks. I can’t tell you it will get better but do this in your own time-we all need our own time for grieving and it’s your own timeline-not what someone else thinks it should be. Just remember as often as you can all of the good times you had and relish them.
Thank you so much for your condolences. My Daddy was only 75. I sure had hoped he would be around a lot longer.
I am so very sorry. We lost my mom to Alzheimer’s almost 3 years ago and now dad seems to be slipping down the same path and it is hard.
Thank you. I am sorry to hear about your parents too.
I lost my Daddy 6 years ago and I think of him every day; we were extremely close. I have a photo of me sitting on his lap from Sept. 1965 (I was 3 months old). I keep it in the front cover of my daily prayer book. My deepest condolences. Regina
Thank you and my prayers for your comfort too.
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