Time heals all wounds

Well, that idiom is a crock of shit.

I don’t know who came up with that “feel good” idiom, but they obviously didn’t experience real loss.

My Dad is dead seven years today and I went down to Lake Parker to spend twilight in remembrance. I lit a candle and while I want to say something cute like “we visited for a while”, I’m afraid that isn’t true.

It is impossible to momentarily visit with someone who is always with you.

Dying doesn’t erase the memory and most days it only makes the memory more vivid. Because the cruel truth is that you never know how much you love someone until they are gone.

You heart has a peculiar way of taking a love for granted until that moment when you suddenly realize they are no longer alive.

It isn’t as bad as taking someone completely for granted. He knew I loved him. I knew I loved him.

I just never knew how much.

… that’s all I have to say today.