11 years ago, I got a call from my mother that changed my life. She called to tell me that my father, R.L. Howard died.
I was crushed. Devastated. Confused. Fucked up!
Although many years have passed, it still feels like yesterday. I still get the urge to dial his number. I still imagine him calling me to talk “stuff.”
Even being practically 40, I still need my father.
Usually on this day, I am emotionally unsteady, but today, I’m feeling great. Weekend plans have partially diverted my attention. Life continues…
Mary E. Lawler / July 15, 2012
Good memory! I know how you feel….it’s been twenty years since I lost my father and two years for my mom.
At times I feel so lonely without them but I’m surviving.
Remnants / July 15, 2012
I understand…I miss my Dad too.
J V L I V S / July 20, 2012
I can relate to some point. Both of my parents were near death, and it did take a toll on me. Thankfully they’re still here. It took me a year to come to grips that my grandfather had died. It’s been almost three years now.