My Dad

My Dad died 4 years ago last Halloween. He was the picture of health, in great shape and just collapsed of sudden cardiac death at his favorite place - the school where he taught for 36 years. It was a huge shock to our entire family - one most of us are still dealing with 4 years later.

I named my son Raymond after my Dad as I was 3 months pregnant with him when my Dad died. I hate it that I have this great child whom my Dad never got to meet, although it is comforting to know he knew the baby was on its way. My son has some big shoes to fill. It is heartbreaking my son never got to meet his Grandpa as well.

My Dad died on a Tuesday afternoon. I spent the Sunday prior with my parents watching a football game and eating dinner. My Dad walked me to the car and we embraced. As I sat in the car, I watched as my parents waved to me and then walked back into the house with their arms around each other. It is my last memory of my Dad. At that moment, I got a chill and thought to myself, "if this is the last time I see either of them, what a great memory I will have". I have no idea why that thought went through my head but I remembered that thought the day after he died.

I miss my Dad more than words can say. My Mom, Susan, said he paid many visits to her the first few months after his death. His best friend Kevin said he had visits as well. I have never received a visit (to my knowledge) and just want him to know how much I love him and miss him. Does he have anything to say to me?? I would love to know how to open up and receive any messages. Tweet