Tuesday, June 24, 2014
7 years ago today my Dad, Robert T. Corliss died. Not a day goes by that I don't think of him and wish that I could have another chance to talk with him. Instead, I bought flowers and arranged them at the grave he shares with my Mom....always remembering to leave some flowers at my grandmother Lydia's grave which is right next to Mom and Dad.
Walking the dogs tonight I looked up in the sky and saw a big hole with shafts of sunlight coming through the clouds. I have always associated this sight as Dad looking down on me. Whether it is true is of no importance. It is one more way I remember and honor his presence in my life.
Sunday, June 15, 2014
Oh, Dad, you have been on my mind throughout today...the 6th Father's Day without you. I finally had time tonight to go to the store to get some flowers for the grave...but everything looked a little spent. I could hear your voice in my ear..."Don't waste money on these old flowers". So I left and came home to write you this letter.
Thanks for all the times you had my back.
Thanks for all the times you listened and then listened some more.
Thanks for always believing in me and cheering me on.
Thanks for always believing anything I wanted to do could be done.
Thanks for telling me about drinking and giving me that great advice...Moderation in all things.
Thanks for being there when I fell down...for picking me up gently and with love.
Thanks for all you taught me to do...ride a bike...ski...believe in God...and too many things to list.
Your sister Josephine told me after your death that you adored me. Well, Dad...the feeling is mutual.
I am still a little lost without you..without your constant loving voice.
I am trying to be the parent to Haven that you were to me.
I guess that is my greatest tribute to you.
I love you, Dad. Always have, always will.
Happy Father's Day