06/12/2026
Monday marked the 9 year anniversary since my Dad passed. We celebrated his “homegoing” on Sunday with family.
I had actually planned this thinking it was 10 years. I even said 10 years to everyone, including my Mom. Then we did the math and realized it was only 9 years.
We decided to celebrate anyway.
We met at the grave, sang our family song, The Doxology, said a prayer thanking God for my Dad’s life and for family, took some pictures then headed to a local Italian restaurant.
My Dad always wanted to open his own Italian restaurant.
Not only was it my Dad’s 9 year anniversary, it was also my Uncle Bill and Aunty Brenda’s 61st wedding anniversary and Uncle Jim and Aunty Colleen’s 55th (I think?) wedding anniversary.
It was a beautiful day, not too hot and we shared laughter and memories and caught up on life. My Dad loved having family together and it was always important to him to visit graves of those we’ve lost.
I miss my Dad so much. 9 years later and it still stings, especially when I stop to think about all he’s missed-my kids were so young when he passed, now two of them are almost adults.
I believe he’s watching us and cheering us on from a better vantage point.