Monday's are MoMoLicious!
There are many people and things I miss, but the person I miss the most is my Papa. To many of you who have read my blog or known me for a while, you know how much I respected and loved him.
He was funny and sweet and always had a smile on his face, and more importantly, in his eyes. He taught me that no matter what happens in life, you can get through it if you always remember your smile.
He doesn't know that he taught me that, or maybe he does, but he taught me by the way he lived his life, not by speaking those words. I realized it when he was lying in his hospice bed hooked up to oxygen. I had not seen him in over a year. When I walked into the room, his eyes lit up and his smile warmed my heart. I knew it was the last time I would ever touch his strong hands or feel his breath on my cheek when he kissed me hello, and yet, I knew that the gift he had given me would last many lifetimes.
I think of him at odd times-when I smell a skunk (as he is the only other person I know besides me who likes the smell) or when it is 11:11 or 1:11. When I hear a trucks air brakes I smile, and whenever I am at the Magic Kingdom in Tomorrow Land I have visions of him laughing at himself because he rammed into things with his ECV.
He comes to me in dreams and in times of desperation, I have felt his arms around me. He is not gone, he did not die...
But I surely do miss his laugh.