So yesterday I was thinking about how everyone can remember where they were on September 11, 2001. I thought that another time that I will always remember where I was and what we were doing was when your mom found your dad after having his stroke. I thought that kind of Blog Post might be kind of appropriate for around this time of year and so I’m sending you my thoughts. You don’t have to use them, you don’t have to like them, but I would like the chance to share them with you.
I remember we were at our old house and we were kind of complaining about having our night not to ourselves because your sister and brother-in-law were going to a Jags game and we were going to babysit. I remember that we were thinking about declining to join your parents for Sunday Dinner because we’d already seen them that week and we were now losing an evening to babysitting—when would we ever have time for ourselves? Then you got the call from your mom and we didn’t know what was wrong, but we never could’ve imagined that day would change our lives forever and that we would then struggle to remember what “normal” was. We never could’ve imagined that we would not have the opportunity to have Saturday Night Spaghetti or Sunday Pot Roast and Noodles with your dad again.
I think about your dad all the time. His picture pops up on my digital frame at work and I think about how I can’t wait to see him again, and I really hope that my belief that we will see him again is true. Brian Wiley, I love you so much, and I love how your dad accepted me as his daughter from day one. I know that he and your mother raised you to be the wonderful man that I want to spend the rest of forever with and I am thankful every day for that.