An interesting thing is happening as we are sending Dad’s friends our Truck Safety fundraising letter.  I’ve noticed a couple of times that people are having grief filled reactions when we talk to them about this issue.  It has surprised me, but on reflection it probably shouldn’t.

My siblings and I have dealt with Dad’s death pretty much every day for almost three years.  We’ve had lots of days to cry and feel sad, and it’s never far from our hearts and minds.  But the people we are contacting now, though they were terribly sad at time when Dad was killed, had pretty much gone back to their lives and haven’t processed the loss as much as we have.  Now when we bring it up, seemingly out of the blue, some people are reacting with tears that surprise them and us.  I think they are just beginning to realize their own loss. 

I find myself comforting them over the loss of my father.  That’s a strange place to be in.  But it’s Ok.