Happy Birthday, Dad

The death of a loved one is always hard. With time grief abates, it shrinks and becomes manageable – but it is still there. As time passes, I find that I have more memories of my father when he was in full health – a tune on the radio brings back memories of dad sitting in his favourite chair, singing and conducting to his beloved Mozart.

And then there are anniversaries. Today would have been dad’s 86th birthday, the first since his death. I listen to a Mozart Horn Concerto (the 3rd, always our favourite), remembering vividly the birthday when he bought me the record, and we sat together joyfully listening to it, nearly 50 years ago. I have tears in my eyes, but they are happy tears.

Happy birthday, old man. I miss you.

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2 Responses to Happy Birthday, Dad

  1. I lost my Dad in 1986. No matter how many years pass, the memories are still strong. It sounds like you and your Dad had a wonderful relationship. My Dad was a violin player (not great, but good enough). He and my Mom (she passed in 1992) often did duets, with her on the piano.

    Happy memories. Happy tears.

    • NomadWarMachine says:

      Thanks Dan – you’re right, the memories never fade. And thank goodness they don’t.

      It sounds as if your mom and dad had a great relationship.

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