Been dreading this day for weeks 😔 . As an adult I understand the different stages of grieving , somehow I have lapsed back into the realm of denial. Today's the first day I've been able to even look at photos of papa Sid since his death in September. But the photos are all I have left and I can't push it away anymore. Wanted to share these because I need to remember him and not be afraid to do that anymore no matter how painful.
he loved Scotland almost as much as he loved the ocean . He could pick up most instruments and play them, he loved the bagpipes especially. He was an artist. He traveled the world, had a thirst for history and knowledge, loved cheap bourbon, had dislike for most politicians. He cried everytime he heard amazing grace. Grew up in a loving home with no money in rural Ohio, ran free with a bunch of hound dogs that his dad loved very much. He believed in love and preached the good word and was not afraid of death. There was a time ( although I don't remember) that he and my mom were happily married. And no matter how rough it was he stayed. He let my brother grow a secret weed plant in the backyard when I was a baby. He let me dress myself as a kid and knew I was destined to let my freak flag fly from an early age. He let me and my sister and brother be the people we wanted to be, raised us to be strong.
There was a twinkle in his eye that is burned into my memory as heavy as can be. Most days I wish the pain would go away but I don't think it ever does , I would do anything to just have 5 more minutes with him. This is life though ; I understand that. I know I'm not alone but goddamn it hurts 💔 thinking of you Sid , happy fathers day I hope you're kickin back sippin on some bourbon on the rocks staring at all the oceans in the universe telling dirty jokes. I love you and forever miss you my captain 💙💚💛💜❤