My mom tells me stories about when I was a baby and toddler, when my dad would sit for hours and brush my long hair. How he use to brag about me constantly to anyone who would listen. Unfortunately, I don't remember that far back. What I do remember is the arguing and fighting throughout my childhood and teenage years. (Of course, now I realize it was because we were so much alike.) I got married and moved out of the house at 21. It was amazing. Dad and I started to actually talk and communicate like real people. I found that I liked him.
I became pregnant with my first child, Trevor, at 23. My dad was ecstatic. He was about to burst at the seams until we were ready to announce it to the world. He just beamed at the mention of his grandchild. Our relationship took on a whole new life. We really began to understand each other. Tragically, Dad passed away six weeks after Trevor was born. I thank God that they got to meet and we got one great picture of Dad holding Trevor. I grieve every day that Trevor will never truly know what a wonderful man my dad was and how excited he was to have a grandson. My dad didn't tell me that he was proud of me, which made me very sad, but things have a way of working out. At the visitation and funeral, everyone Dad every talked to told me how much he talked about me, my husband, and his wonderful new grandson.
Please tell your loved ones how much you love them and how much they mean to you. We lost my dad quickly and a lot of things went unsaid. If you can't say it, write it. Do something. It does matter.
In memory of James Edward Fox