We miss him every day. I have a picture of dad on my desk in front of me so that I might stop and recall what a warm and loving man he was, and so that I might press on as he did when the challenges seem unbearable.
This past week, Tony and I celebrated our fourth wedding anniversary. On my way to work, that morning, after enjoying our morning coffee and toast, I couldn’t help myself from slipping into my happy memories of our wedding day. My eyes welled up as I thought about how much dad loved Tony and how much effort he put into making our wedding day the most joyous day possible. When I got to work, I had received a text from Tony that brought me to tears again. We had vowed, that morning, that we would stop and think of each other each hour, regardless of what crazy business we were caught up in, and we sent each other several texts throughout the day to stay true to our promise.
We both made it home just after 4pm to give us enough time to change and make our dinner reservations at 5:30. The dinner at the Wood Tavern in Rockridge was divine. The service, the food, and the beverages juxtaposed the magnificence of our actual wedding day, and by the day’s end, I was in dreamland just as I was at the end of October 22nd, four years ago. Tony even surprised me with a gift of two precious mementos of St. Francis, which now rest next to the American Flag that I was given on the day of dad’s funeral. It was a wonderful day...
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