Twenty-eight years ago, on Sunday, May 13th, 1984 my father died of a sudden heart attack. It happened in front of his family. It was at his son’s college graduation. It was on Mother’s Day. He was 59.
From that day forward, every Mother’s Day has been an honoring of both my mom and dad.
This year, 2012, Mother’s Day happens to fall on the 13th, and a Sunday.
Dad was a man who encouraged, guided, and dreamed. He prepared his five children in a loving, consistent way. His hard work provides for mom to this day. Even today, it is very easy to tap into his wisdom and guidance.
Dad used to say, “Whatever career you choose, be the best at it.”
Dad used to say, “Keep your mind on school, not girls.”
Dad used to say, “Learn, and then teach me.”
The drawing below shows how I managed the sudden loss. Take a few moments to look, and read the essay that appears on the art page for The Wheels of Time Grind Slowly But Fine. You can also click on the art page’s image to make it larger.