I Miss My Dad - JoJofromJerz

[erronis]

https://jojofromjerz.substack.com/p/i-miss-my-dad



A simple and powerful ode to her father and a wish for better times.

My name is Joanne Patricia Carducci. I'm a fifty-one-year-old single mother of two teenagers who really, really misses her dad.

That's a strange sentence to write at this stage of my life, because by the time you reach the second half of it you're supposed to be the adult in the room. You're supposed to have your footing. You're supposed to be the one other people call when things fall apart, the steady voice, the calm pair of hands, the one who already understands how the world works.

Not the woman sitting at her kitchen table late at night realizing that some small, stubborn part of her still just wants her dad.

But the truth is the world we're living in right now is relentless.

. . .

JoJo amazes me in the strength of her writing; whether blasting the crooks in this regime or her personal feelings that she lays bare.

Here's to JoJo and everyone else that misses someone who was once there for them.

[kimbutgar]

1. I know her feeling

I so miss my Dad who died 39 years ago after getting a leukemia diagnosis and died 6 weeks later. He used to drive me to work when I had moved back home after my divorce because he didn’t want me to take the bus downtown to my job that started at 6 am. He was that kind of Dad and my friends to this day speak fondly of him. He was a great father figure who learned from his own father how to be a good man.

[mwmisses4289]

2. It doesn't matter how old you get, you will still miss the ones you loved

and who loved you back.
My dad passed almost 15 years ago, and I still find myself seeing something he might get a kick out and thinking I need to call him to tell him about it. My mom passed away a few years ago, and I miss her comments on politics and everything else.
Yeah, Jojo from jerz, there are a lot of days I want my mom and dad, too.

[LuckyCharms]

3. I'm age 67. Mom died in 2012, dad died in 1970.

Sometimes, to this day, both of their deaths still hit me so hard that it stops me in my tracks.

The grief still hits, and sometimes, it comes out of nowhere, for no identifiable reason.

I'm not what you would call a highly religious person, but what comforts me is the thought that somehow, someway, we'll be reunited...in some form.

My mother went completely deaf a few years before she passed. I used to communicate with her by using rudimentary hand signals, and by writing on a tablet. And even then, she was able to give me useful advice.

It's that connection that I miss, that communication.

And my dad? Well, he's still talked about today by people who are old enough to remember him. Thousands of people came to his funeral, which was a three day affair back in those days (2 wake days + 1 funeral day).

I'll never not miss both of them terribly.

[erronis]

4. And that's how we honor those that have passed. Remembering them consciously and sometimes unexpected

overwhelming feelings.