When my Dad died almost 7 years ago, I had a tough time so I wrote about my Dad a lot. I think it helped...looking back to think about all the really great times with my Dad and how important he was to me. The legacy he left me in who I've become.
Now that my son's Dad has died, I'm back to the writing board. I'm back to help work through my grief and to think about the memories of my ex-husband, the father of our son and our time together.
I met Tony when I was 15, it's incredible to think back to that time when I thought I was so smart and had it all together. We had good times and hard times but I knew him for nearly 30 years and now he's gone and that's really hard for me to comprehend sometimes.
I'm also writing this for my son, because I often thought of Tony as my memory too (he was SO good at remembering things that slipped my mind) now I'm one of the closest to the memories for my son of his Dad. I remember the stories and can share them because his Dad cannot.
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