I realized today (on this Grandparents Day - my Daddy was one of the good ones) that when I picture my Dad - when I think about him - my first picture of him in my mind is not those last few days in the hospital. It's not as sad to think about him anymore.
I still do have those pictures in my mind, but today? Today when I thought of him my first thought was of his eyes the night I said goodbye. The eyes that said, "I understand." The eyes that said, "I love you too." The eyes that said, "I'm proud to be your dad."
And that? Is a positive step towards healing.
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