12/09/2024
I lost my dad on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving and while he and my mom are together again, the hole is deep and wide. So much love and so many memories. Growing up, I remember playing touch football on the cobble streets of Springfield as he whispered the next play while drawing in on his hand. I also remember betting some of the college guys who lived on our street! I was only in second grade, but my dad thought that was great. Maybe he should have been a football coach. Sorry Bears, too late!
I remember living on Lake Camelot and the excitement of getting up before dawn to go fishing. He didn’t talk much back then so we caught a lot of fish. LOL
I remember getting in trouble when I was in first grade for playing in the mud, but honestly some mistakes are just worth it.
I remember the excitement and love on his face when my children were born.
I will miss our talks about mom, the faith, and what heaven is like.
I will miss his quiet smile, his long sighs, and his gentle laugh.
I will miss our morning Masses, coffee time, and holding his hand during the “Our Father”.
I will never forget the pain and sorrow that filled his heart when mom left him to be with Jesus and now my heart feels that same pain and while my faith will see me through and His grace will be sufficient, life will never the the same. I love you Dad!
