November 24....

he passed away 4 years ago

the very strange thing about it, it that i really don't miss him. i just wish he was still here. does that qualify as missing a person. i know he was okay with going. my dad was always one of those people who "kept his shit straight". there was no reason for him to ever be afraid of dying. you get what you get and you go when you go. his outlook on life that started off so poorly and continued in such a way until his 30s always seemed to be allright in his head. he was okay and i guess that is why i am okay with it too. though it is true that it is a different experience for everyone, i am glad to have known him and to have been blessed with such a dad. the poem on his program says it all and i try to follow it to this day.....

Miss Me, But Let Me Go!

When I come to the end of the road,

And the sun has set for me,

I want no rites in a gloom filled room,

Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little, but not too long,

And not with your head bowed low;

Remember the love we once shared,

Miss Me, But Let Me Go!

For this is a journey we all must take,

And each must go alone,

It's all a part of the Master's plan,

A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick at heart,

Go to friends we know;

Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds,
Miss Me, But Let Me Go!