Our oldest son Lee has a calendar in our kitchen with magnetic numbers and months. At first we changed the date on a regular basis, than slowly we began to forget to do it unless he asked us to help him.
Apparently, the day my Dad passed away Lee had asked his Daddy to help him change the date. I didn't notice this until after returning from Ontario. I was placing Lee's back pack on the closet door knob (the door on which the calendar hangs) and I saw it. I just about dropped the bag on the floor. It was almost as if the date was frozen in time.
It took me until Tuesday (May 15th) night to change it. I just couldn't bring myself to "turn" past that date. Part of me thought that as long as it was there, maybe, just maybe, this could all be a bad dream. It was only after going for a long walk and having a good cry that I realized that I had to face reality. My Dad is gone.
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