Tuesday, March 30, 2010

EASTER, has it been 38 years?!

Thought it odd, Good Friday, March 31st, 1972 that my father would call.  But we were going to the lake for Easter weekend with Don's family, both Don and I had the day off, so we left soon after his call.  Don't remember a whole lot about that weekend, we arrived safely, had dinner and conversation and then on to bed. 
    It was 4:00am and Don's parents came into the bedroom to awaken us and say that I had a call.  I remember parts of the conversation with Reverend Woods, the pastor who I grew up with and who married Don and I just a few years prior.  He was kind, but his words brought the horrible news that my beloved father had died of a massive heart attack at the young age of 56 years.  I remember crying, talking with my mother and asking if she was okay.  The remainder of the day is a blur, we drove back to Houston, made air reservations, called dear friends Eli and Sharon.  Sharon and I went shopping immediately as I didn't have a dark colored dress to wear.
    I remember flying from Houston to Chicago, running through O'Hare to catch our flight to Cedar Rapids.  The rest is a blur, I don't remember too much about Dad's funeral other than it was very cold, Monday, April 3rd, the graveside services and it was gray, overcast and I believe some snowflakes were falling.
    My father was a wonderful man, full of fun and energy, he loved me unconditionally and wanted only the best for me in life.  I fully believe he has watched me from the Heavens all these years, and I know and feel he has shook his head and rolled his eyes many a time, but I also know he's been proud of me and the life Don and I have together.  My deepest regret is that he never met his beautiful granddaughters, Carin and Melisa.  How proud he would be of them, and how much he would enjoy them and their lives with Rusty and John!
    Easter, since that day 38 years ago, it's sometimes been a difficult time for me, but I find strength, comfort and joy in believing that this is a season of rebirth and new beginnings!  So my family and friends, I love you all, and your support over the many years, let the "new beginning begin".  Until next time ....

2 comments:

The J&M W's said...

Even though he hasn't been physically here, I'm sure that he has been watching our family for the last 38 years and will continue to do so. Love you!

Carin said...

I guess I never realized that Grampa Holmes died on Easter. Growing up I always wished I had met/remembered my grandfathers. I'm so thankful that Dylan has had the opportunity I didn't.

Love you!