13 years and i will remember you always   6 comments

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My dad, Edward Kay, in his racing car on a track in eastern Ontario – c. 1951.

Taking into account the time zone difference, in a few minutes, it will be thirteen years since the evening that my dad died of kidney cancer. I was his primary caregiver, so we spent the last couple of months of his life in almost constant company and he died in my arms just before 9 p.m.

Much has happened during that time. In many ways, my life has changed so much since the death of both my dad and my husband, Don, that sometimes I don’t even feel like the same person I was fourteen or so years ago. It seems like light years since many past events. However, in spite of the passage of time and the drastic changes that have occurred, it also seems like not much more than a heartbeat since my dad spent his last day talking quietly with me all afternoon.

Barely a day passes that I don’t think of my dad, or remember one thing or another that he taught me. During the past almost-four-years of living alone without my husband, I’ve had to take care of so many aspects of my life on my own. Today, I replaced the terminals on the power inverter that I use in my van. Earlier, I was regluing a broken object with epoxy. I feel appreciative for having a dad who took the time to teach me how to fix things – large and small – using all kinds of tools and materials. I also feel lucky for having inherited my dad’s great sense of direction and ability to read maps, and his memory for landmarks to navigate by. Without these and other skills, I wouldn’t have the self confidence and sense of freedom that makes it possible for me to travel alone across the continent, or work on my old house back in Round Hill. I feel privileged to have had such a great father.

Dad, I miss you, I love you, and I will remember you always.

Written by bev wigney on March 17th, 2012