Three years ago, in the early morning hours of April 6th–my father, Colin George, died.
He’s really gone, I remember thinking. I’m never going to see my dad again.
Quite fiercely, and for a time, I envied those who take comfort in the belief that death isn’t real. That some day, when this life is over, we are all reunited in eternity.
Then, four months ago, in the early evening hours of November 27th–my son, Liam Colin, was born–and that envy was gone.
I didn’t quite realize it yet, but as I lay awake that first night peering at my son through that small pane of glass, I no longer needed to envy the belief in that mythical some day.
Because my some day is now.
I get to see my dad every day. I see him the moment Liam wakes up and smiles at me. I see him in the way the corners of his big, dark eyes crinkle. The way his pointy little ears stick out from his head, just a little. And that’s just the beginning.
My some day is today.
It’s every day.
And it’s forever.