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I Miss You, Dad

It’s so hard to accept, even though 18 years have passed

Lately, I have been completely preoccupied with thoughts of my father.

It isn’t unusual for me to think of him, fleetingly, once a day, usually struck by something one of the kids do, or a movie we are watching, think of Dad, smile and go on.

However, of late, I have been immersed in almost a second grieving period, it seems to me, where he is in my thoughts constantly, and the ache of missing him is acutely present. Not the blunted twinge it has dulled into over these past almost two decades I have grown used to feeling.

My father passed away on September 12, 2003, from complications due to ALS (Lou Gehrig’s Disease).

My Father’s Final Gift To Me Was Showing Me The Way To Die

The story I shared on Medium about his death remains one of my most popular pieces. He would have liked that, my father.

My mother is also dead, she passed away two and a half years after my father, rather suddenly, however, I never have missed her as much as I have my father. Perhaps it’s because I was the female…