There are days in all of our lives that we will remember forever. The date is always stuck in your mind. Each year when it comes around you are transported to that day in your past. You may try to block it out or you may just relive it once again.
Today is one of those days for me. Thirty years ago today my Dad was diagnosed with lung cancer. I remember sitting in the hospital holding my Mom’s hand. I remember talking to my sisters. It is like it happened yesterday but it was thirty years ago. How is it thirty years ago? How is it all still so real? How have we missed so much time together?
He didn’t have long…four months to the day before he was gone. That date is something I will have to cope with…once again.
I think of him and of my Mom every single day. But these anniversaries still knock me sideways.
I have tried today to think happy thoughts. I have definitely shed some tears…I am right now as I type this, to be honest. What I have really tried to do is focus on the things he taught me or remember things that he enjoyed.
This morning I went for my morning walk and I took photos and as I noticed a certain angle of the sun through the trees or the vines turning beautiful Autumn colors…I talked to my Dad. I thanked him. You see…he loved photography and he loved nature. I got my gift of photography from him.
So…today’s photos from sunrise to sunset are for him. Thanks, Dad. Miss you!