In the Hospital Where Dad Died

It was March 2011, more than 12 years ago now. Figgy was 15 1/2 and Punch was back with her birth mom.

I'm here for Dan's routine medical screening. Sitting in the lobby. We arrived by 11 and he should be finished by 2ish.

I wandered into the small chapel and said some prayers. 

I'm holding Dan's watch, wedding band and wallet for safekeeping. The lady at the desk said he had to remove the prior two. 

Back then, I also held Dad's wallet and watch with stretchy metal wristband. He did not wear a wedding ring.

I'm honored to be a trustworthy, wallet and watch holding wife and daughter.

Dad, I miss you still and do not really like that the world is going on as if nothing is different while you are slowly being forgotten.

Love, Al