Monday, December 9, 2013

28 Years and Counting

I cast about all day today trying to think of something to write. The Marathon Bloggers month long blog a day challenge is something I'm taking seriously because I failed miserably at the one blog a week challenge we took up for this year.

I had a very busy day packing my painted ceramics to send off for the two day Archaeology Day exhibition. I had my regular writing work to finish. There was cooking to deal with and the guest room had to be prepared for my mother who arrives in a couple of days. 

But in and out of these busy moments all I could think about was the fact that 28 years have passed since you died. And that you were just a couple of years older than I am today when you died. I couldn't get that out of my head.

I thought of all the things you wanted to achieve but didn't get a chance. I thought of the dreams you must have dreamed but couldn't fulfil. I thought of the plans you must have had for us that you never even got a chance to tell us about. I thought of the person you were that I never got to know. I wondered what you would look like today, flirting with the eighties, not cut short in your forties. I wondered if you would be happy see how I turned out. I know you would have loved K and I wish that you had met him. 

I cling on to the memories but the pictures blur. I know the face but I don't know the man. I wish I had had the chance to know you. I like to think we would have got along. 

I miss you. I know I always will.

9 December
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2 comments:

Me! In words said...

Lovely sentiments Rhea... beautifully put.

The knife said...

it's been 30 years since my dad passed away...a few years older than what I am today...I feel your pain...hugs