Gone but not forgotten

On Monday December 15th will be be the 1 year anniversary of the the death of my dad. Not sure where a year went. Seems to have flown by. The tears started again last weekend and have been continuous. Today I drove down Cordova Bay road the familiar road and cried down it. I remembered all the times I walked it with my dad. I saw the lane way that back in November we spread his ashes down on the waters edge on the beach  along with my grandpa’s. The memories are so clear.

He is missed everyday but I find myself talking fondly about him. It was hard year for my mom. She’s got her new hip now and I know she misses her walks with you. Her days are busy but her nights are long. When the family gets together we have fond memories of you.

Your ashes now are in this ocean the one you loved more than anything. You sailed and knew every inch of it. You loved to swim in it and then you walked that beach for over 40 years. I still have the rocks you gave me from our walks. I wish we could walk one more time. I miss you so much. Thanks for being the best dad I could ever imagine.

On Monday I’m taking the time off school to spend it with my mom. We are going to a coffee shop that my mom and dad used to go and get coffee from. I am glad I get to spend this day with my mom. It will be good to remember. He’s definitely missed by all of us. I love that our family is closer because of his passing. You may be gone Barry but you are never forgotten. Until we meet again. ❤️