Hey Pops, Its been a year since you and Auntie Melba left us. I can honestly say that this has been the hardest year I've dealt with. I've tried various coping mechanisms including going to grief groups, seeing a few therapists, and attempting to communicate and/or see a friend here and there when I have the time. Mostly I've been spending it with Mom and Jim. Although a lot transpired in this past year, not a day went by that I didn't think of you or even thinking aloud in the hopes that you can somehow hear me.
I know that I have to let you go and move forward with my life, but I find it difficult because you were such a huge influence in my life. The hardest part about you leaving was that I miss talking to you, seeking advice from you, or just sitting there watching some of your favorite shows like The Amazing Race, Jeopardy, The Wheel of Fortune, and of course Iron Chef!
So my year of mourning is up Pops. I may still seek counseling. I may still seek the comfort of discussing the grief with others in a group setting. I may even go out with some friends and have a night of festivities (don't worry, I'll either have someone drive or I'll get a hotel room for the night in case I get a bit tipsy).
I want you to know that I love you Pops. I always will: Every day.
We'll always remember
that special smile,
that caring heart,
that warm embrace,
you always gave us.
You being there
for Mom and us
through good and bad times,
no matter what.
We'll always remember
you Dad because
they'll never be another one
to replace you in our hearts,
and the love we will always
have for you.
