I've started this blog as a way to hopefully cope and properly grieve the loss of my father in July. I've been keeping a journal from time to time and thought that it might be a good idea to post some entries, although some I'll still keep private. I'm not sure how often I'll post, if at all, but I hope to come here to relay memories and thoughts that I have. Some posts might be stories, some might be feelings, some might be dreams (I've had a lot of those), and some might just be random streams of thought.
The title of the blog is taken from a Mighty Mighty Bosstones song that really describes my dad and that I've listened to a lot in the last few months. Here are the lyrics:
How could I forget, the day that he didn't die
That day he knew what he was up to
He had this look in his eye
How could I
Forget
There's no way
I could forget him, or ever forget the day
And then the day after that, just after the afternoon
It was the day after Christmas in his living room and he died
On that day
In his house
With his wife
Still I won't forget the day before the last day of his life
Oh, I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me
I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me
And how I loved how he lived, how he was loved and admired
A knack, a certain flare for life, and how he had it wired
He'd never give up, he'd never give in, he had a wonderful way of living
There's not been a day, one hasn't gone by
When I don't think about the day he didn't die
Oh, I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me
I really miss him, he would have loved this, I hope he can hear me
