Tomorrow is the first anniversary of my father's death. It's difficult to comprehend that a year has passed -- I still catch myself thinking I can pick up the phone and call him.
After he died, I added a few commemorative pages to my personal Web site. A couple of photos, his obituary, the eulogy I wrote for his funeral, a scan of his funeral card.
A small cyber-shrine. I'm not very religious, but it seemed like a good thing to do.
To remember him, and, mostly for me.
The link is front, top and center on my home page, and perhaps it's time I let go and made it less prominent. In a few days....
Dad was fully familiar with human weaknesses, had a pretty good handle on his own, and while he'd understand my sorrow, he wouldn't approve of much wallowing.
Indulge me tonight, Dad. I miss you.
Tomorrow I'll get on with trying to be half the man you were.
Love, Paul.
Posted by Paul at March 8, 2004 08:30 PM