Saturday, January 28, 2006
Our Newest Op Ed
What A Daughter Learned -- What A Father Taught
- By Resa LaRu Kirkland
As I sit here, January 22, 2006 is fading into history. It is doing so in the normal manner; light begins to dwindle, cool air replaces warm, the sun slips behind a mountain cuing stars to twinkle and the moon to take over. A night like so many others.
Yet it is one I have dreaded to see come and now dolefully bid farewell. It isn't the day itself that has caused such emotional duality, but what it represents.
It is the one year anniversary of the day we buried my dad, the last of those first anniversary dates that all mourners mark the year after losing a loved one. After tonight, I will no longer lament "A year ago at this time..." Instead I will fall into the verbiage of those long gone: "Back when dad was alive...".........
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- By Resa LaRu Kirkland
As I sit here, January 22, 2006 is fading into history. It is doing so in the normal manner; light begins to dwindle, cool air replaces warm, the sun slips behind a mountain cuing stars to twinkle and the moon to take over. A night like so many others.
Yet it is one I have dreaded to see come and now dolefully bid farewell. It isn't the day itself that has caused such emotional duality, but what it represents.
It is the one year anniversary of the day we buried my dad, the last of those first anniversary dates that all mourners mark the year after losing a loved one. After tonight, I will no longer lament "A year ago at this time..." Instead I will fall into the verbiage of those long gone: "Back when dad was alive...".........
Click HERE To Read On
# posted by Publius @ 1/28/2006 12:47:00 AM 
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