February 5, 1999

[mdlbear]

On the East Coast it is already February 5^th, and pretty close to the time my father died, seven years ago. I still miss him. At first I'd reach for the phone almost every day, wanting to tell him the latest interesting news from work or home. I still, once or twice a week, find myself reading something on the web and wishing I could share it with him. Dad introduced me to folk music, science, electronics, science fiction, computers, Radio Row in New York, ...

Sorry; I can't seem to find anything suitable to say. I should put dinner in the fridge and go to bed.

Comments

[fractalwolf.livejournal.com]

*offers sympathy and what comfort she can*

Sometimes there aren't any words, but that doesn't make the feeling less real.

[callibr8]

Sometimes there aren't any words, but that doesn't make the feeling less real.

Exactly. Thanks for sharing your wistful thoughts, and a virtual toast to your dad, and his many positive influences on your life.

[mdlbear]

Thanks.