Samuel H. Reeves, Sr
July 10, 1929 - February 18, 2010
Just before 1 AM, hours before I went to bed, I looked at the date and remembered what today was. I found a picture of him and posted it to a few social media sites so I could say, “Happy birthday, Dad.” Now, after I have had some sleep, I wonder whether I was doing that for attention.
It’s odd that every few minutes or so, I stop thinking about him. I actually forget that it has been six years. Then, there are the other times....
I usually make several trips to the bathroom on this day. Not because I drank too much water. I’m hiding so my wife and son don’t have to see me randomly stop moving for minutes at a time, because I have been buffeted with a new and concentrated form of paralysis that makes me re-live, “I think we just lost Dad.”
I guess there is a reason I posted this too. I don’t know why yet, though. If I am going to be audacious enough to call myself a writer, then I know at least that our heads are less useful for figuring things out than is a blank page.
I think we just need others to remember with us sometimes. It's always nice to hear stories I didn't know or even ones I know well. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Happy Birthday to your daddy!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Lori. You're one of the good ones.
DeleteI think we just need others to remember with us sometimes. It's always nice to hear stories I didn't know or even ones I know well. You're in my thoughts and prayers. Happy Birthday to your daddy!
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