Please watch the brief video linked below. You'll understand why.
A moment of transparency from ole pb.
My dad died more than seven years ago. (My mother was among the first to die with COVID, in 020.)
I had a lovely childhood. I was loved profoundly and sacrificially by both parents, both of whom grew up in poverty during the depression. And,...
... my mother was a person people wanted to be around. She was clever. She had a vibrant sense of humor. I have a cousin who's three months older than I am. In many ways, we grew up more brothers than cousins. After mom died, he confessed to me that, when we were growing up, he wished that my mom was his mom.
Yet, oddly, I miss my dad much more than mom. Seven years later, there's rarely a day that I don't think about dad, and miss him.
That video I linked to? Joe's inability to speak cogently? That was my dad probably a year?, before his brain was completely gone and he wasted away.
I've been wondering. When Joe's gone, will I continue to miss dad in the same way that I have.
Could it be that seeing Joe and, especially, hearing him, is what's keeping my grief over losing my dad so raw?
Honestly, I hope so.
We'll see.