Six Months Later
As I've mentioned before, it simultaneously feels like it's been years and like this all happened yesterday. I've also noticed that Dad's voice in my head is now at a lower volume than it used to be. I know the day will come eventually when I will have to struggle to truly hear him. It breaks my heart, but that's life. About a week ago, I took his picture down from the shelf and cried while holding it. I thought that only happened in the movies. Guess not. Aside from that moment, it's been a good month since I've had any kind of emotional breakdown over this. I've been more focused on finalizing my divorce.
Dad's contact is still in my phone. Every time I scroll by it, I think about removing it...and decide not to. It's not like I need the space in my phone. And there's a tiny bit of comfort having it in there; I remember when I could call him and it reminds me to still talk to him. I just don't have to press 'Talk' anymore. I still think about him all the time. It's almost annoying. I relive the same memories over and over again. I remember how sad he was the last few years of his life. I don't feel regret. Just sadness.
I finally ordered a custom plate for Dad's Mustang. I've wanted to for as long as I've had it. I thought about a lot of things, and finally settled on something that meant a lot to both of us. Dad's favorite actor was John Wayne. When I was little, I'd watch movies with him all the time...but I couldn't pronounce John Wayne. The closest I got was 'jah vee, daddy!' So that's what I got. Jah Vee. People will ask and it will give me the opportunity to share.
Miss you Dad. I know it'll be okay. I just wish it was already.