I'm missing my father, Dell B Anderson, lately.
(If you noticed, his middle name, "B," does not have a period after it. That's because it's not an initial, it's his middle name. Originally, his parents intended to give him his mother's maiden name, Bell, but before putting pen to paper, they reconsidered how "Dell Bell Anderson" might affect him his whole life. Then they just went with the initial.)
I've heard it said that dying is like passing from one room to another, which is what my dad did on August 1, 2002. This last little while, my heart aches from missing him. So I have to wonder, why is it that we can't just stand in the doorway of the two rooms to have a nice chat now and then?
Love you, Dad.
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