I got a call earlier from my friend T suggesting we do lunch......what a great gal, she always knows when I need a lift. She's another blonde bimbo!!! ROFLMAO.
She had no idea about Tom; but she got the condensed version over Red Robin burgers.
On my way to lunch I remembered I have a hair appt tomorrow and my stepDad has cardiac rehab so I called him. Turns out he has a 2pm appt with a business associate.
I said "Great! Let's have lunch" and he asked what's up so I said "maybe I just need some daddy time".
We'll figure out a place in the morning.
On my way back from lunch I was reflecting on my situation.................
and I found myself needing my Papa.
The only stable man in my 42 years (other than stepDad for 29).
I just needed to be with him again, out in the yard, looking out at the property, his arm around my shoulder as was the norm.
Then I get back to the office wondering why he came to mind, other than the obvious.
Tomorrow he's been gone from us 8 years.
Tears are trying to flow, but I'm holding back. Soon I will cry if not for the lonliness of needing him, from the frustration of my world.
He would have been 81 his next birthday (LJ's birthday too) in 2000; 89 this year. Wow. Time has flown.