In remembrance of my dad

My dad died unexpectly two years ago at 59. He had been battling digestive problems and could not eat solid foods the last three months he was alive. Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of his death and here is how I would like to remember him.

He almost killed Santa Claus.
We had someone meddling around our house and they would flick our door handle. This happened one night and he went and got his massive ruger 22 pistol. He stood at the door then opened it really fast. He jumped out and I heard him yell. He came running in. It seems a life size plastic Santa Claus by the door was almost the victim. I can still see him shaking and holding the gun in his boxers and running in holding his chest.

Best of all Santa lives.

My dad died the day after I turned 16. Every birthday I have is a remider. It made me grow up pretty quick. Also made me realize the circle of life is no joke. Nothing lasts.

It sounds like you are staying positive about it and from your posts, I can see that he did a good job raising you. Be thankful for the times you had with him.

sorry to hear about your dad. celebrate the good times youve had with hime.

It has been hard, but I have probably handled it better than the rest of my family. I guess since I had been married and moved away for a while it still seems like I just haven't seen him in a while. I have faith I will see him again. I am not going to preach, but I know there is more than this life.

I lost mine when I was in my early 20's. Man, that was tough. I kind of got on a self
destructive path. Years later I realized I was pissed he died and that I had never said
goodby. I sat down and wrote him a letter telling him I was pissed and also telling him
goodby. I was like a mountain was lifted off my back. For me it was a huge relief and
I could get on with my life. 59 (your dad) is young. Remember the good times and
try to make him proud. (thats what I do)

Thanks. Good advice. I went throught that angry phase. I went and saw him everyday he was in he hospital, but the one day I did't go I got a call that he was coding. I struggled alot with never getting to say goodbye to him. He was actually suppose to get out the day he died. He coded the first time for 13 minutes, came back, coded again for 4 and then came back for another two weeks. I was there everyday, except the last one.

stay strong and use the good memories as reason/way to smile when you think of the man... and as you figured already in time.. or should I say after time, you'll meet again!

sorry for the loss, but I'm sure he's smiling over your shoulder as you read this very post.

Appreciate it bro.