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My Daddy died 9 months after my mom... I expected him to die within a year of losing her.... They were together since childhood, grew up together, married for 50 years... inseparable. But his death came absolutely out of the blue. He was on his motorcycle, out for a ride, and had a most terrible accident.

The weirdness of it all... the things he had done the two days beforehand... it was like somehow he knew and made ready for his departure. It wasn’t suicide. But the synchronicity of things is... uncanny. The loss has been unbearable, of both mommy and daddy... I admit I was daddy’s little girl, being the baby of the family... and he was the very last fiber holding me, my brother and my sister together. (My brother struggled along for a year and a half before deciding he “needed to be with” my parents in the OtherWorld, but that’s a whole other story)...

Now, it’s me and my estranged sister. I miss our family gatherings where daddy would dress up in chef’s garb and make his famous waffles and steaks while whistling.

I dunno... I could write all night about the greatness of this gentle, loving man that was my daddy... I just miss him so very much... So tomorrow, 7 years later, I’ll hide in bed. Eat crappy Ego waffles that are nothing like his famous pumpkin waffles, some kind of attempt at preserving the memory. And think about his laugh, his whistling through the house, his squeaky kisses and growling big bear hugs. Goddess, how I miss him...