My dad died on November 21, and I'm still having dreams about him being sick. He had multiple myeloma, a blood cancer which attacks the bones. When I realized he was declining I signed up for Team in Training, the organization that runs marathons to raise money for blood cancer research. I did the Philly half marathon. I got up at 4:30 am the morning of November 21 to do it. Finished. Got a voice mail during mile 6 that I needed to come now to be with my dad. After finishing, I drove to New England with my brother. My dad had waited for us, and died a half hour after we got there.
I miss him every day. So many things I want to tell him. So many things I wish I could talk to him about. I can hear his voice and his laugh. I can imagine what he would say about things. I have his journals and his little spiral bound notepads. Hundreds of them. But I miss talking to him. I just miss him.I just miss him.