Letters to Dad: June 3rd

Dear Daddy,
Today Anderson is one month old, and you have been gone for a month. Somedays are easier than others.
The Reno Gazette Journal did a feature on you today. I read it online at 3 am while I was nursing, and I didn’t even cry, which is pretty strange for me. They interviewed Pete Sferazza…which I found interesting. Mom said it wasn’t that strange. I wonder what you would think if all this hoopla, news paper articles and online comments on your obituary. People come out of the woodwork…your college roommate left an online comment, with a story that i don’t think you ever told me, about drag racing some fraternity boys in palo alto. I liked it. Next week we will all be home for your memorial. Adam and I will be giving the eulogies. I need to start practicing mine, don’t worry…I can hear you telling me not to drop the end of my sentences.
Love, sissy


Letters to Dad

May 6th, was both the most wonderful, and saddest day of my life. My son was born at 6:24pm, and four hours later, my dad passed away.
My dad had a stroke on Thursday May 3rd. My brother called to tell me that evening. Needless to say, the days leading up to my sons birth were the most emotionally charged days of my life.
My dad would have been the consummate grandpa. Truly. My heart aches that he never got the experience.
So, as part of my healing from and dealing with this, I am going to start a series on my blog called “letters to dad.” and they are going to be just that…letters to my dad. I think they will be updates on the baby, and life, and they might just be emotional letters that matter only to me.
My dad was a letter writer…even in this day of email, he wrote real letters to my brother and me, now…I will write to him.
And because I think my baby is adorable…