Today marks the four year anniversary of my Dad's passing. I'm feeling sad of course, but also reflective. I'm reflecting over many things...my childhood and funny moments with Dad, my adolescence and mending our relationship, my adulthood and how he enjoyed being with me and Cary, being with Dad as he died.
I'm also reflecting on how my life has changed in these four years since...how I rode that roller coaster of grief, and perhaps only now am I really seeing just how deep my hurt and anguish was. I'm still picking up pieces from things I broke...and learning. I'm so beyond thankful for what I still have - a beautiful family, extended and related by blood. I'm am wordless in my thankfulness for having McKinley, how he has blessed our lives and enriched it further than I could have imagined. Today I am thinking of what I have learned, how I've grown and how I've grown UP. I relish in the fact that I had 27 years with my Dad, yet I feel unbelievable pain in the fact that my son, nor my other children will ever have my Dad on Earth to share in something as simple as a dinner together, a high five, or birthday cake.
As I look back today on the last 365, where I was at the 3 year mark, I think I've come to understand and appreciate how different my big, yet-never-together-in-one-place family is and how we love one another. I also recognize that I've come to learn these things in the face of Dad's death. How he truly taught me that each day is precious, unpredictable and a gift from God...all taken away in a short time. This makes me savor each and every moment with McKinley - yes, even the two-year-old-tantrums...and thirty-one-year-old-tantrums as well. I also think this past year has made Cary and I into kids again, in an adult manner, if you will. We enjoy all the new things we are fortunate enough to introduce to McKinley, and we see them much in the same light.
And in this last year, as McKinley has grown by leaps and bounds I was forced to make a decision (something I desperately NOT good at) as to how to bring Dad to life...to McKinley's life. I don't even know what Dad wanted to be called as a Grandfather. It was something we rarely spoke of...he knew he wouldn't be here, and I did too, I think I just never wanted to face it. So as McKinley's speech developed like wildfire I knew I had to come up with something. He was used to seeing this man's face and perhaps used to me telling him that this was my Dad and his Grandfather...but who WAS he??? I did some research, not really finding a good fit for me...then one day, not very long ago, it came to me; we keep doing what we've been doing. THIS is what works for us: celebrate Dad's life on his special days, bring the pictures back (the pictures that were all too painful to see for so long), keep him as a permanent fixture in McKinley's life and he will come to understand the truth. I began calling him Grandpa Z. I don't know how Dad would feel about that. He LOVED being known as The Z Man, so I know I've got the Z part right. However, I called HIS Dad Grandpa Z and the two were absolutely nothing alike. I'm not fully committed to the name, maybe it's just a matter of McKinley finding his OWN fit, I'm not sure. For now, my Dad is loving referred to as "Grandpa Z in heaven" during our nightly prayer, lead solely by McKinley. I adore that.
So, on this evening, despite a few tears and lots of sadness we will celebrate my Dad and his life. Cary, my wonderful, thoughtful, kind husband suggested we go to Carosi's tonight...in memory of Dad. It was his very favorite place to eat, a place where we shared many meals together with family when I was a child, and with my Dad and my husband later in my life. It was perfect. Hopefully, a new tradition. Thank you, Cary, for suggesting something right up Dad's alley. You are a rock.
To my Dad, I miss you so very much. I miss you for McKinley too. I cannot believe I've made it four long years. Four long years ago this day was unfathomable.
I love you.
Lynn