JMJ122 *I never took the time I had with my dad for granted, and I am so happy I didn’t. It is not a good idea to assume that there will always be a tomorrow to make amends or to spend time with a loved one.
Ring the School Bell 122/180 Days
A bientôt j’espère, papa (Until soon I hope, Dad)
Well, here it is sadly, time to bid my father farewell, in the hopes of seeing each other again soon. To make matters worse, our wake up time this morning was 5am, totally out of everyone’s character at this house, in order to get grandpa to the airport on time. I was tired and sad throughout the day. Of course, at the same, I was so grateful for the wonderful visit we had, which was devoid of conflict, and just plain fun. What a kindness to bestow on his grandchildren, to take the time and spend the money to be with us.
It usually doesn’t hit me that visiting family has left, until I return home. Indeed, our house seemed hollow when we got back to the house; we missed grandpa’s presence already.
We decided to let ourselves be sad today.
Besides, the sadness was a testament as to how much happiness we experienced when my father was here.
Present Day, 2018:
I always thought that my dad would live until he was 90 or more. It took me by surprise when he passed away so quickly last year, as I mentioned in an earlier post in this journal. It has been difficult for me to write about this special visit we had from Grandpa Claude a few years ago. Little did we know, back then, that God would call him home so soon.
We did see my father on a few more occasions before he passed away. Each time, although he was getting visibly more tired, we had a great time together, both in California and in Indiana. We enjoyed many more brats on the barbecue, laughs, and red wine.
I never took the time I had with my dad for granted, and I am so happy I didn’t. It is not a good idea to assume that there will always be a tomorrow to make amends or to spend time with a loved one.
We are comforted by the fact that we will one day see my father again in heaven.
Until then, Dad.
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** Note to the Reader- Today’s narrative is part of our family’s school journey from a few years ago, during my eldest daughter’s senior year in high school, a rather emotional year, with its many ups and downs. Every day’s blog entry coincides with a day from that special year. It can be read from the beginning by selecting the “Ring the School Bell 180” category on the side bar. Commence with the narrative, “The School Bell- What comes to mind when ‘you’ hear that bell?”
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May God shower blessings on your family as he has on mine. Annette