Takes A While
Sometimes it just takes a while. I’ve had on my short list, for a few months, “daddy”—meaning “write something”. It’s been several months—sometimes I feel them. Every one of them. And sometimes it feels like it hasn’t happened but that always leads to a quick sad realization. Oh, it felt so fast. Daddy, we didn’t think it would be that fast. As much as Daddy missed Momma, {They grew up together so he barely knew any life without her.} he tried to make the most of life in those nearly 7 years he had to live without her. He went out with old friends. He fished. He made new friends. He traveled. He sent birthday gifts. He managed and cared for a home. He fished. He went to church. He welcomed great grandchildren. He shopped for Christmas. He fished. He carried on traditions. He fished. : ) He planted gardens. He cooked meals for his friends {with help from Megan and then Mrs. Karen} and for us. And he worked—at the drugstore with the people he loved so much. I was so
