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Aug. 15th, 2014 08:19 amPissing down rain today. Never mind. We haven't had a lot of it this summer though not had a lot of really gorgeous summer weather either. It's all been a bit meh.
I think of my dad frequently but sometimes, too, not for a few days at a time. Yesterday and today, there were periods that the memories really came back strongly, for no apparent reason. I mean, there wasn't anything in particular that reminded me of something, these memories just popped up when I was reading or doing something else. When they hit strongly, they almost leave you breathless for a second while I gulp down that lump in my throat. It's been nearly 9 years so it's not as crushing as it used to be when that happens and I welcome the memories, I really do. Once I get past the surprise of the suddenness, the memories make me smile and they remind me of yet more things.
This morning's was actually triggered by something I was thinking. I'd bought new travel mugs and was thinking of how we would fill them before setting off on our road trip in September. That reminded me of the old Thermos bottles with the little plastic cup on top (they don't make 'em like that anymore!), the kind my dad took with his lunch pail every day and would he like the new type of travel mug with the sip-lid or would he still like the idea of pouring it into the cup and drinking it that way with his lunch. I can still see him fixing it in the morning, pouring in the milk first and then the tea from the glass pyrex teapot on the stove, the very same type I now have! I could picture him standing right there beside me doing it. While vivid memories like that make me a bit emotional and miss him a lot, they also make me smile and I'm glad I have them.
I think of my dad frequently but sometimes, too, not for a few days at a time. Yesterday and today, there were periods that the memories really came back strongly, for no apparent reason. I mean, there wasn't anything in particular that reminded me of something, these memories just popped up when I was reading or doing something else. When they hit strongly, they almost leave you breathless for a second while I gulp down that lump in my throat. It's been nearly 9 years so it's not as crushing as it used to be when that happens and I welcome the memories, I really do. Once I get past the surprise of the suddenness, the memories make me smile and they remind me of yet more things.
