Observance

I woke up this morning after dreaming of my father.  It's funny that he came through on a day I would've expected to dream of Mom or Grandma H., his mother.  I feel okay now, as I write this, mid-afternoon.  This morning I did experience some sadness.  I liked seeing my dad in the dream, in his old sleeping ensemble of sweatshirt and boxers.  I think missing seeing him padding around the house in socks or this getup is the source. 

I miss all three of them.  March 7th is and isn't a day of sadness.  Now it is more of a day of remembrance.  I do remember with a slightly heavier heart, but I loved GH and my mom so dearly that I'm glad Mom went on a family day.  March 7th was my grandmother's birthday, three days before my birthday.  I never stopped remembering her birthday over these last ten years, and with mom dying on that day, I know I will never forget it.

Dad died on September 22nd, and Tim's birthday is September 25, so we share our sorrows.  We maybe fulfill dad's vision that way, of being each other's life friend in remembering our parents before we celebrate our births.

Okay.  I raise a Busch beer to my grandmother, and something sweet to my mother.  You are both missed.