Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Still Missing Him.

Dad, it's been three years since I saw you and your beloved hair helmet and not a single day goes by that I don't still think of you, and smile (and maybe sometimes cry a little).

Shortly after you died, I caught Max, at less than two-years-old, dragging his stepping stool out into the hallway. I asked what he was doing, and he told me, with a look of frustration,
"I can't reach him."
He was trying to get to Poppa.
I told him that he didn't have to, because you are always with us.
Dad- you're with me all the time- when I feel the warm sun on my face, when I hear Los Lonely Boys or something super-seventies and groovy like Luther Vandross, when I saw someone eating ribs at Chili's today, and when I look at the orchid on my window sill that is about to bloom for the sixth time- because orchids never, ever re-bloomed for me before.

Anyways, I miss you.


  1. tears in my eyes right now, you guys are such an amazing fam!

  2. Nicely written Jess. Paul B. will never be forgotten. He was great. To know him was to love him. I miss him too. Much love to you and all of your family.

  3. Beautifully written, Jess. Love you, tootse.