3 Years: July 1st
Another year has come and gone. Today marks the 3rd "anniversary" of my father's death. While 3 years may have passed I'm still feeling guilty about not being there. On the other hand, if I had cancelled our vacation to Skytop where we celebrated our son's high school graduation, I would have felt guilty about that as well. There was/is no way to win. I'm grateful we had time to celebrate as a family and in some ways I'm grateful that I missed the call late Saturday night that let me know my father had died. (My phone goes on do not disturb after a certain hour. Some calls can get through, but the call came from an unknown number so...) I tried to be a good daughter. But sometimes I worry that I wasn't. I tried to come down and visit but did I come off and enough? Was once a week enough? I tried to help out, but did I try hard enough? Should I have asked more questions? Pushed harder? Did I do enough? I did my best...