I have been a writer/teacher for years. I homeschool my four children, two of which are finally in college. I have an identical twin sister, and we have raised our children together. I am a fitness freak, I am working on my Master's Degree, and I love to read. Over the years, I have been part of several communities, and I have made wonderful friends and gained much needed support and encouragement. I am happy to be here at Beyond Indigo because I feel a connection to the community.
My father died on August 21, 2009. I miss him. I will always miss him. I miss talking to him, and I even miss listening to him complain. He was one of the smartest people I've ever met. He loved to learn; he'd become animated and excited when something new was presented to him. I inherited that from him, because I love to learn, too.
Dad was a flat out good person. He cared about everyone. He did his best to help, even when he didn't have much himself. His funeral was packed with people telling wonderful stories about how he'd always find a way to help out. Christmas was his favorite day; he would place baskets of "extra stuff he had laying around the house" at the doors of people he knew were in need. My father owned a grocery store, you see, and he would often give away food and supplies to people down on their luck.
He wasn't always easy to get along with (he had his own opinions on everything and he loved to share them loudly), but he was the best father he could be. I used to feel sorry for people who didn't have my father because he was a great one.
I've lost a brother, grandparents, friends, pets, and other relatives. I truly hate grieving, but I know that it's a part of life--the most unpleasant part we experience. We can do this together, and it will make things more bearable. Just knowing that there are others out there to share with and who truly understand (not that we wish these torturous feelings on anyone else), really helps at times.