But, I've just lost my groove. Well, I lost more than just my groove... I lost my Dad. He passed away on April 10th after a nearly 3 year long battle with Colon Cancer. He was only 65 years old. I was fortunate enough to be able to go back & forth to LA twice, each time for 5-6 days to be able to help care for him & to be able to say good-bye. I'm not good at good-bye's. Especially this type. In fact, I'm really bad at them.
Most everyone sees only my strong side... and I realize I've inherited that Hartley pride that I saw in my father & his mother... the side that can look you square in the eye the day after he passed... tell you so... recount the medical care he received that made him comfortable in those end days... tell you his passing was a blessing because he suffered so greatly... how lucky I was to be able to help my sister & mother as well as spend time with him... and then get back to work with a smile. It's the only side of me that anyone will see. The empty hole left hurts terribly; and the grief is overwhelming at times. It works best for me to cope with my grief in private...
Each day we wake to experience life all over again is a blessing... and like I promised Dad, I'll teach my son (and any other future children in our family) all those lessons he taught me growing up because that's the best gift I can pay forward...
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| June 14, 2008 ... walking me down the isle... |
Gone~ maybe... Forgotten~ never.
I love you, Dad... maybe you can help me find my groove to get back to my sewing machine... lots of quilts await!!! Sewing healed my broken heart once before, I'm sure it'll be able to do it again.
