This is my favorite pic of my Dad. He’d stopped by early one September morning not long after his mother had passed away (at tge ripe age of 100 I might add). He was so present here with his first grandchild it never ceases to produce more love.
My Dad was love. He was a man with great depth of character, an excellent sense of humour and decency, a true gentleman. He took care of his own and many others. Utterly unforgettable, I’d hazard to say even if you only met him once for he treated everyone the same, with respect and ease and grace.
Yesterday was the third anniversary of his sudden passing at age 71. I still think he was much too young…we still had plans and for a long time I felt robbed and thus, very angry. How dare he leave me…how dare God take him away.
My parents separated before I was 2 so I don’t remember ever living with him. Our relationship I believe truly began when I was 30. I decided to let the past go set aside my issues and get to know the person who was my Dad. Thank God I did for through that process I found my father. The safe person who held my hand when I cried, listening without questioning, just being there…who laughed with me or sat easily in silence watching the fire. We healed much together I’m proud to say…and we did it together.
So, three years. I’m so glad I’m here and not there…the pain of his death was indescribable. Today I’m simply happy he was, he had been, always will be, my Dad.
I love you Bill Moore. Thank you for being my Dad ☺
Thank you for being here.