When my dad died last year – can hardly believe its almost been a year – , I found comfort in the years and years and years of great dad memories.  He was gentle and firm, standards and love driven, faithful and utterly reliable.  I know these things because I knew him for almost exactly 52 years.  I saw him in action, fathering and loving, brothering and laughing, husbanding and caring, dying and giving..

And yet…I still want one more.  Day, hour, moment  Opportunity to just hold his hand, or talk with him.

I have quit referring to my mom’s house as “mom and dad’s”., and I expect to see her when I walk in, rather than both of them.  It’s still odd, though.

Mom is making her way through late stage cancer, and I have the opportunity to be with her as she does.

Last weekend, we made her peanut butter cookies.  Mom’s recipe, her way. Fresh cookies, on wax paper.  I remember that from childhood, and it’s what we did last Saturday  Baking buddies.  Mother and daughter.  Repeated memory.

For Christmas, I’m taking her to see A Christmas Carol.  Fancy, dress up memory.

Weeknight dinners, and lots of talking.

We still have time for more.

2 thoughts on “Intentional”

  1. This blessed me and reminded me of my sweet daddy. I was daddy’s girl and this reminded me of how much I miss him. I am so glad that he is in my future and I am looking forward to our reunion:)

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