Monday was such a quiet day.
The kids played and read, we had no obligations and I lay on the sofa and wrote a weeks worth of blog posts.
I was so pleased with myself.
That night I finally booked the flight to visit my high school friends for a girls weekend in Dallas, and I picked out the flights to fly home to see my Dad.
A few hours later, my Dad died.
I thought I had it all planned out, figured out, I thought I had it all done.
and then he died.
I am going to see him one last time today, though he won’t see me.
I know he is with me.
But I wonder how long I will double over with the panic feeling that I
missed my chance to say goodbye.
It happens the way it is supposed to happen.
I will hold off posting all of those blog posts for a week.
The last time I saw my Dad, he asked me to teach him what
“Pinterest” was. I told him it was where you could keep track of all of your favorite things.
For the next few days, I will do posts about some of my Dad’s favorite things.
I know I should know better, but I am 100% positive now,
that I thought my Dad would live forever.