
We are experiencing the first "real" cold-front of the year. And it makes me think about my Dad. He LOVED this time of year! Cold weather was his favorite. He would sit outside and just enjoy the breeze, the birds chirping, the squirrels running around, and the groups of geese flying north. I saw the first group of geese this evening.....
It has taken some time to get over what I went through with my Dad the last year or two of his life. It wasn't good. No one knows everything, it is something I don't like to talk about. It wasn't good, I will say again.
He said Goodbye to me in a dream the day he passed away. Weird. My mom had almost the same dream. If you don't believe in that sort of stuff, you should! My Deeda did the same thing for me. But what I say next might freak you out.
About three months ago Skyler was looking at pics on the fridge of everyone. We have Boo, Skyler, Haley, Coach Fran, you name it. There is one pic in particular that peaqued her interest. It was a pic my former step-mother took of Dad, Haley, and Boo when they went fishing. Cute pic by the way... Sky looked at it and said, "Pop".
Once the chills stop going down your spine, it becomes "neat". She knows who he is! How? I don't know. But she knows. The kids called my Dad, "Pop-Pop". Now after chills go away again.....
I just figured it was time to let go of my anger, frustration, and hurt. This post is for Dad. I know he is stil around, watching us. The first cold front is coming in and he will probably be at the farm, watching the deer for the rest of the season. Maybe he will be watching me and Jackie deer hunting for his first time!
Enjoy the weather!