There’s not an hour that goes by without a thought of him. My saddest times are in the morning mostly, when I am in the shower and waking up. My mind is relatively clear after several hours of sleep, for the most part at least; still early enough to not yet be assaulted by the worries and stress of my conscious life. Random memories of Papa usually trigger it, but this week has been tough for me especially. Last weekend marked one month without him, and this weekend is Father’s Day. He’s been in my thoughts even more so. It will be a tough day; as I’m sure it will be for my siblings, and my Mutti.
Sleep is the only time I don’t think of him, and then it’s only dreams.
For this Father’s Day, I want to put some recent thoughts to text… to be cataloged forever. I’ve been thinking about these things for weeks, and now I want to write them down. This is what I want to do for him, for his memory.
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