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Originally Posted by DucksNuts
It was yesterday....but when I was at work, I caught a familiar figure and motion out the corner of my eye....an old man hunched over leaning on his shopping trolley, arms crossed over it, with a great big head of grey thick hair and a solid figure. I swung around with a big grin to greet my Dad, to see that it wasnt my Dad (of course) but just another older man.
Im sure he wondered why the smiley girl's demeanor changed so quickly.
I miss my Dad
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outch.
is that receant? for the first few years after my father died that used to happen to me a lot, sometimes when the resamblance was a real stretch of imagination in a 2nd look...
it really does get better. obviously different people might take it differently, but for me and hopefully for you, at some point "he'd be so proud, i wish he could be here" moments become just "he'd be so proud" moments, and you sort of get a little bite of that old satisfaction you would have had in making your him proud. it doesn't make much sense, but it works.