Anniversary

I spent a little time today thinking about how Dad lived and died. Twelve years ago this morning, he passed at St. Joseph, Husband of Mary, Church in Las Vegas during the morning mass. He was lectoring, had just finished the second reading, and walked to the sacristy in the back of church, another usher accompanying him. By the time we, his family present, were all back there, he was leaving us. Peacefully, with very little struggle, he departed. I heard angel choirs singing, and I instantly knew Dad's time here was through. So today, 4380 days later, I can remember our loss, his gain, like it happened an instant ago. I have no regrets when it comes to how I treated my dad. He confided many things to me, some of which I still keep inside, some I have shared sparingly. He was a great dad in all the ways that count, and if I have sadness, it is usually not for a lengthy time. I have such an appreciation and gratitude for what he provided, as is reflected in the writing I did about him for my placement folder when I was a college senior. Had he lived in the present era when taking medication for moodiness/mental struggles is more acceptable, his spirit might have been more free. Loved and respected by diverse people, he brought to the table dynamic strengths and troubling weaknesses. But none of the struggles stopped him from being the hardest working man I have ever known, and the most gut-honest one too. Today, Dad, you are still a giant in my eyes. I occasionally ponder the past and try to figure you out, but then your spirit leads me forward, and I keep all the positive vibes for what difference I can make in the world. You were my best teacher, and I thank you.