The world has continued to rotate on its axis in the two years since my father’s passing. And those who loved him – though forever changed from having known him – continue to laugh and cry and go about our days as best we can.
I should apologise to my blog’s subscribers who were – undoubtedly (!!! 😉 ) – overcome with excitement to receive advice of a new post… because this is really just a faux post: the post you publish when you have nothing to say. #orsomething
Which is actually true. Surprising but true. Because, when it comes to dad and how much I miss him, I’ve said it all before.
I wrote this post (link below) just hours after his passing. Friends and family know I HATE talking on the phone. Indeed I texted my closest friends to tell them the news and then sat down at my computer to share his passing with the world* (well, at least those who follow my blog!).
Then last year, I was in the throes of a major life change on this day as I departed my former hometown of Brisbane to commence my seachange. The decision I’d made (to quit work-as-I-knew-it and leave my old life behind) was scary, but it was deliberate and (ultimately) felt like it was my only option if I was to ever live a life that mattered.
I visited the cemetery that day, on arriving at my childhood hometown; but I’ve not returned since and it’s unlikely that I’ll go back soon. I don’t have any huge aversions to cemeteries or crematoriums, rather as I’ve said before, in my mind he’s not there. He’s here with me every day. I can think about him or talk to him whenever I want. I don’t need a special time or place to do that.
In memory of Barry Donald Cook.
* In all honesty I just needed to write. It’s often the only way I can share or explain my feelings.