I'm so annoyed with myself for not posting this yesterday! We had a busy day yesterday coming home from camping and I wanted to make the time to write this post but somehow it escaped me! This post is for my wonderful father, Jim, who passed away 21 years ago yesterday (August 28th). Me, at the age of 40, having been without a father for 21 years is way too long. I wasn't overly sad yesterday, yet I did shed a few tears in memory of him. (I will admit, however, I have shed a lot more tears today writing this post).
My dad was a really fun guy, he had my hazel smiling eyes as well as my big smile (or I have his, however you'd like to look at it) so whenever I look in the mirror I do see him... especially since I am quickly getting closer and closer to his age when he passed. He was 45 when he died and I was only 19. He passed away from a heart aneurysm. He died in his sleep about two hours prior to an appointment with a heart specialist. You see, he didn't have a known heart issue or anything like that but for the few days prior to his death, he hadn't felt well. The day before, he went to a Check-Medical clinic where the Doctor thought nothing was wrong with him and sent him home with a phone number for a local heart specialist. He made that appointment for the following day but sadly passed away, in his sleep, shortly before that appointment. It will always sadden me that his fate ended up at the hands of a Doctor who didn't pay attention to her patient... she should have sent him straight to the hospital. Maybe a hospital could have made a difference, maybe not, but I would have liked my father to have had that chance.
It also saddens me that my children are without their grandfather. I think he would have been a pretty cool grandpa... maybe not one that did tons with his grandkids, but he would have loved them so much, he would have been sooooo proud. He would have supported me when I needed fatherly advice regarding my kids, he would have laughed at me when I was frustrated with my kids and he would have always brought them gifts and spoiled them when he was around.
My dad was such a great friend to those who called him friend. His best friend, Brian, wrote a poem in his honor....
One of a Kind
Friends are God's gift for both pleasure and strife.
What mirrors they are for our souls in this life.
They share with us love without wanting it back.
It's amazing how strong they can be when we lack.
Like a giant umbrella that keeps off the rain.
Until sunlight returns and our lives we regain.
I will always remember the friend I knew best,
He was there for me always , he passed every test.
To his family, dear Charma, and those who loved Jim,
I thank you for giving me so much of him.
His memory will always be here in my mind.
I loved him and miss him,
He was one of a kind.
This poem I have always known word for word because it gave me a lot of peace, back then, 21 years ago. It always made me happy to know that my dad was special to his friends. And looking at it now, I can only wish I had a friend as great as my dad had been to Brian. I wish there had been good video recorders and digital cameras in 1990 because I know if there was I would have a ton more pictures of him and most importantly, I'd probably have his voice recorded. That is one thing that I miss most, it is his voice, hearing him call me... "Baby Stacey Lin" which is what he called me in terms of endearment. I try to hear his voice in my head sometimes and sadly the years have taken that memory away. I can almost hear it and I know if I did, I would recognize it in a second but it isn't clear to me anymore, and that really sucks.
My dad was far from perfect, far from the best dad in the world or anything... but you know what he was? He was my Daddy! He gave me my eyes, my smile, my lack of patience, my quickness to anger, and my temper. He also gave me my humor, my love for having a great time, my passion for the things I love. And I miss him with all my heart and soul! He was a great and fun person and he was half of what made me who I am. Most importantly he was my Dad and I so wish I could have him back, if even for just one day.
I wish I could have known my dad as an old man, that I could have known him while I was a women and not merely a teenager, that I could have known him as a grandfather, that I could have known him as a friend. My dad was taken way too early and for always, I will regret that that had to be the fate that he/we endured.
It is so very sad and hard that we have to loose people throughout life. My dad is not the only person too young or close to me that I have lost. I have lost others too. Death is a hard fact to swallow, to understand, to accept. I have accepted my fathers death... I did many years ago. Yet, I still find that there is a space he has left that cannot be filled... even 21 years later. It will always be that way... My father, Jim, will never be on this earth again or will never breath another breath or laugh another laugh, he will however, always live in my heart, my soul, my smile and of course my eyes!!!
Till we meet again, Dad.... I will always love you and cherish the moments we had.... Love Always... Your Daughter, Your Baby Stacey Lin