March 15, 1991


I remember when I was 5. Jumping on my bed. Just laughing and jumping as my mom and grandma sat whispering to each other in the corner of my room. I was wearing a pretty, poofy dress and fancy shoes. I stopped and asked them Why are we all dressed up? Where are we going? And they just looked at me and didn’t know what to say… I ran around all the chairs at the funeral home. It was like a fun maze. I remember going up to the casket when no one was looking. Standing on the pew. He looked so handsome in his Coast Guard uniform. And I reached over and touched his hand. I’ll never forget the way it felt and how pretty the flowers smelled.

RIP Dad. 25 years in heaven. I’ll see you on the dark side of the moon.

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