In his spare time, my dad loved to draw. He was (humbly and quietly) an incredible artist. Before he passed away he kept saying, “It’s getting lighter and lighter.” We never understood back then what he meant.
I remember my mother saying, “What a lovely sunset you are drawing.”
“It’s not a sunset, it’s a sunrise,” he said.
This sunrise picture hangs in my hallway. Every day I look at it and remember my dad – the funny, the incredibly hard-working, and wonderful father that always put his family first.
“Say not in grief that he is no more but say in thankfulness that he was. Death is not the extinguishing of a light, but the putting out of the lamp because the dawn has come.”
Thank you, Dad, for everything you did for us. The best father a girl ever had.
Remembering Dad, 18 years on.