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January 5, 2010

Sorrow swept over me in waves, each swell growing in depth as I went about the mundane task of vacuuming up Christmas needles.

I couldn’t rationalize the sadness away.

An image filled my mind.  My father, wrapping his arms about me, enveloping warmth, endless love, such as I never received from him in real life.

As the image fades away, a child’s voice, weeping cries out “Daddy!  Daddy!”, and the voice is mine.

Ten minutes later the telephone rings and it is my brother.

Dad is gone.

And I weep.


3 Comments leave one →
  1. January 5, 2010 11:38 pm

    I am so sorry, Cheri. I’m keeping you in my thoughts and prayers.

  2. January 5, 2010 11:55 pm

    Cheri, that brought tears to my eyes. I’m so sorry.

  3. January 16, 2010 11:17 am

    Sorry, I will be thinking of you at this terrible time


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