“It doesn’t matter who my father was; it matters who I remember he was.”
A Good News Report: The triumph of forgiveness.
My Uncle passed away recently. He was my father’s youngest brother, as well as the sibling he was the closest with. I went to the funeral home to pay my respects and I visited with relatives I had not seen in many years – probably since the last funeral!
It was good to be with my dad’s family and I appreciated the warm affection they extended toward me.
My own father passed away at the age of 45. Struck by an underage DUI driver he suffered a massive brain injury and died some many months later from multiple complications. The irony is that my father was (himself) an alcoholic. The police report indicated both individuals shared fault in this tragic accident. Witnesses reported my father walked out into oncoming traffic after leaving a nearby bar; and while not sustaining any physical injuries, the young girl behind the wheel suffered her own terrible consequences.
Our daughter and son-in-law are expecting their first child.
And our entire family is eagerly awaiting the warm welcome we will bestow upon this ‘little-one,’ as he or she becomes the newest added member to our (oft’ times) crazy family-unit this Spring!
There are so many things I can already imagine doing with and for our expectant grandchild! And don’t even get me started on the special feelings & emotions that take place when your own child is expecting one of their own. (Tissue Box alert!) Is it just me??? Because as the weeks go by and the big day draws closer and closer I have found you want to share so many things you’ve discovered while raising them. All of which now seem to have become bygone-days, far too quickly!