This voice keeps whispering in my other ear tells me that I may never see you again. -The Eagles
It has been a few short months shy of a year our family waited to hear from the Ontario Coroner's office for the final statement of my dad's death. I apparently had the letter for a day or so but never really read the print on the envelope. When mom came home tonight we ripped it open and read the report. The reason of death? Cardiac arrhythmia caused by a blood clot in his legs.
So that's it, no more waiting. It shocks me the way I read the report, analyzed it, then put it down to continue my arts and crafts. Mom came around the corner with tears in her eyes asking for a hug. Shouldn't I have been emotional? Shouldn't I of felt something? It was like I was reading about someone else's parent and absorbing the information for their sake.
I sit here listening to my dad favourites music and try to let the words come through me. If I didn't this post probably happen for a while. It is obvious to me over time that I have some emotions to feel regarding dads death and my unresolved issues with him. That is for another day, I suppose.
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