Ever since my dad’s passing in 2017, Father’s Day has been very bittersweet. I think of Dad strumming his guitar, singing “Blackbird”; I hear the steady honing and growling of his woodshop tools, a wonderful and therapeutic sound.
Dad was a hard-headed man, but had a soft heart for his girls and would do anything to help us. Throughout my epilepsy struggle, Dad urged me repeatedly to seek new opinions; he read about local neurologists with great reputations and gave me their names. He drove me crazy sometimes, and I could only fully appreciate his concern after becoming a parent myself.
My father didn’t live to see me healed of my seizures. I only wish now that I’d recognized the depth of his love and care. I know that if he were still with us, he’d be cheering me on, sharing the joy of my freedom and healing.
Zanna – you are an inspiration and a gift. You are tough enough to make it through some pretty grueling times and always with grace. Continue to take care of yourself. Your beautiful family, I know, will continue to help you heal and keep moving. GIT IT!!!!!!! 🙂
My darling Zanna, I’ve watched you struggle, I’ve watched you fight with all your might, and I’ve watched you win. Multiple times. My pride and my joy sometimes overwhelm me. Wayne and Rachel and you — what a terrific family. I’m blessed to know you, and I’m blessed that you love me. Great love! ~Fran
You have a wonderful gift of language to use to share your story. I’ll look forward to every single word.
What a wonderful tribute to your dad who loved you so very much!