Here is the terrible truth about losing someone: for the rest of your life, in moments of great happiness or love, you will always think, “If only they were here, everything would be perfect.”
For the rest of your life, no joy is absolute.
Don’t get me wrong, you can and will be happy- but that happiness has a hole in it that keeps it from being complete.
This was my third Christmas without my Dad. For those of you who don’t know the story, he passed away a few years ago after a long battle with lung cancer. (Someday I’m going to find cancer and kick it right in the groin. And I’m going to be wearing steel-toed boots when I do.)
The best way to describe my Dad is by comparing him to a Michael Landon t.v. character. Dad had the adventurous (and slightly rowdy) spirit of Little Joe, he had the fathering skills of Pa Ingalls, and he wasn’t above yelling at you (with love) if he thought it would help you see sense- just like Jonathan on Highway to Heaven.
(If you haven’t watched every episode of Highway to Heaven multiple times, I cry repentance! Get thee to a video store quickly.)
So to my Dad, and to you Gentle Reader, I say, “Happy New Year!” Let’s make 2014 the best we can by being as happy as possible and holding on to the memory of the people we love.