. . . And now, it is after midnight. It has been a full, full day. I am so tired I can scarcely see straight.
A year ago today (actually Yesterday by the clock) we had a funeral. For some reason, this day was harder for me than the day that marked a year that Daddy died. I don’t know why. One of the things that I have learned over this year is that stuff needs dealing with. I need to think and then decide to not be crippled by the sad thoughts. I think this is a sign of healing, because there have been many, many months when I felt sometimes powerless before the grief.
This is one of my favorite pictures of Daddy, taken at Bert and Sarah’s house the day that Elmer was baptized. Doesn’t he look happy? I look at him, holding Mama’s hand, and surrounded by “the four musketeers” — our four daughters that ran around together all the time — still do, whenever they get a chance.
From left to right, Carmen Heatwole, (my youngest sister, Alma’s only daughter) Rachel Yutzy, (known as Youngest Daughter of Certain Man and his Wife) Maria Slaubaugh (Middle Daughter of Middle Sister, Sarah), and Holly Yoder, Youngest Daughter to my youngest brother, Mark, Jr.). And of course, that precious couple in the middle is the Grandma and Grandpa of them all — my Sweet Mama, and my now gone Daddy.
You could not have told me how much I would miss him.