06/05/2024
“When someone you love becomes a memory, that memory becomes a treasure”
Dear Dad,
I used to be so mad at you and now that you’re gone none of that matters. I’m more hung up on the fact I didn’t get to say goodbye. I pushed you away because I couldn’t take seeing you hurt anymore. Not getting to say “love you pops” again makes me flash back to my child hood when we would take me boating and fishing down the river. You were such a kind man with a very big heart that most people never got to know. But I did and I am better for it.
I am sad you’re gone dad. But mostly I am sad for my mama. I’ve never known two people to exemplify the definition of best friends like you two. Y’all were each others person and I only wish I could be as lucky to find a person who I loves like you loved mom. I hope she will be ok through this process of grieving your physical loss. But I know you are always with us so please watch over her and send her messages through the universe. As I know she will be talking to you. Mom did some numerology the day after you passed. This is what she discovered. Dad you left us on a #9 day
06+03=9, the number of completion as your cycle was complete.
In a #8 year 2024. 2+2+0+4=8 the number for eternity as you will always be a part of us.
Yesterday (the first day with out you) was a new day 06+04=10=1 New beginnings. I see you’re already talking to us which for a brief moment stops the tears and the child inside me giggles knowing you’re laughing with me. I hope you’re at peace, I hope you’re finally free of pain. I know you’re with Parker and Jackson probably on a beach somewhere because that’s what you loved most. Give them my love and run, run, run like the wind boys!
I know life is a cycle and you simply came to the end of this one. Your soul has gone on to begin another. So I’m writing this to say just one more time that I love you so much Dad. But I won’t say goodbye I’ll never say goodbye instead I’ll “catch ya later alligator” & “after a while crocodile”.
Love always and forever,
Your Son