No more daddies

Driving up to the cottage this past weekend we passed several cemeteries. As we drove by one of the last ones, curious lad that he is, Woo started to ask about the people who were buried there. Who they were, why I didn’t know them, when they died, why they died. I answered to the best that I could and we continued along in silence. I thought the subject was put to rest. It never is with four-year olds though.

Several kilometres had passed when he started asking about my dad, who passed away long before he was born. We talked about where he is buried, and Woo’s desire (and my shared want) to go visit his grave. We moved on to his middle name, which he gets from my grandfather, Willy’s father and my dad. We were fortunate that they shared the same name, so were able to honour them all in his naming. We talked about their greatness, and how special it is that he shares their name. He paused for a minute and said, “so you and daddy have no more daddies, then.”

No more daddies.

It really hit me. We don’t. We are fortunate to have my grandfather still, but we are now both without our fathers. This weekend marked the first father’s day since Willy’s dad passed away, and I didn’t really connect the fact that neither of our dads are still with us until now. I should have, really.

I am struck almost every day, in small ways and big ways, by how much I miss Willy’s dad. My father has been gone for over twenty years, but Willy’s dad passed away in September and it is still fresh. Raw. I see now what an influence he was, a force in both our lives. We were never what I would call close, and I never thought of him as my dad, but for a long time he was my only father figure. He pushed me and supported me, infuriated me and loved me. Now he too is gone.

I miss them both, and wish they were still here.


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Ottawa mom to two crazy little peeps, wife to my favourite geek. More on me later.
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One Response to No more daddies

  1. Chantal says:

    My father passed 17 years ago. Just yesterday my 6yo was asking about him. I don’t think I talk about him enough. My husbands parents are both still alive and I am thankful for that. I hope they are around for a while yet. I grew up with both sets of grandparents alive until my late teens (my last grandfather passed only 4 years ago). I know that isn’t realistic for my children, I had them at an older age than my mother had me. And this is the part that makes me weepy, hoping that I will be alive long enough to enjoy my own grandchildren… 😦 Ok, I’m off to cry now.

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