Today marks 10 years since my dad's death from stomach cancer.
I still can't believe he's gone.
His biggest fear was that we would forget him.
Although with time, the wound from his passing is less raw, the fact is that we are forever scarred with the influence he had on our lives.
In a little while, my siblings, my mom and Art and my boys are all headed out to the lake to toast this special anniversary. I won't lie. I'm feeling a little sad. It bothers me that a whole decade has passed since I got to hug my dad.
I miss you, dad, forever!
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I stayed up last night talking about all my memories of dad and it made me so happy to feel like he was close again. I thought I'd share some John Yurko memories:
-the dancing bunnies, playing music and bopping them around behind the couches and placing big kisses on our cheeks
-playing music around the house or in the car, tapping his pipe thing along
-blowing his pipe smoke so i could jump through the clouds b/c i loved the smell
-being awake in the middle of the night watching tv and snacking (and then leaving only 1 left of whatever he was eating)
-feeding Charlotte the guinea pig when she would squeak for carrots
-standing out in the yard w/Mr. Brown and Mr. Monroe talking about the gophers and whatever else was going on, dad w/his pipe, Mr. Monroe w/his cigar
-taking me to Dr. Koop for the first time, how excited he got to show off his "techy" environment
-how much he loved being a mentor for the younger guys at Dr. Koop, having them over for dinner and sitting on the back porch drinking beers and making them all laugh
-his first Blackberry, how he had it w/him at all times and loved talking about it
That's all for now. It makes me so happy and peaceful to realize how much of him has passed down to us. I know he would love to see where we all are and what we are doing today. All of us wonky kids enjoying the city he brought us all to.
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