I just got back from San Diego and that song has been going through my head the last few days. Memories by Maroon 5.
My dad died a year ago September and my sister's been so lonely. He moved in with her many years ago and his death has hit her hard. She came up here this summer and stayed for a few weeks, and she's taken her grandkids camping but for the most part she's completely alone now.
I flew down this week to spend a couple of days with her and to help clean out our dad's shed. She had started to a few times but just couldn't do it so between the two of us we got it done in one afternoon.
Before
After
We found old dishes and pots and pans that he had when he used to live alone; there was camping stuff and fishing gear. We even found these:
We don't believe he ever wore them, but there they were, among all the stuff in his shed! We threw out a lot of stuff and organized the rest. We were both surprised that we got it done in one day!The next day we drove down to the cemetery and I got to see where he was interred.
I reached up and touched his name and started to cry. I looked over at my sister and she was crying too. It's surreal to see his name there. More than a year later and it's still hard to believe he's gone. My dad drove trucks for most of his life and his CB radio handle was Flying Eagle. He's interred at a military cemetery and there are planes and helicopters constantly flying overhead and I told my sister this was the perfect place for him. (Even though we know he's not really there. He's with the Lord now, probably talking His ear off about planes and motorcycles) 😇