02/11/2020 – that time of year again.

Tomorrow brings up that time of year that I will never forget. 12 years ago someone had other plans for my dad and thought he was needed more elsewhere. I will never forget the day in my mind from the time I got the call at work, being the one to call my mom and brother, getting to the hospital, Saying goodbye with out being able to hear it back. The funeral and everything there after.

What hurts the most at this moment is that there is some really big news I would love to just pick up the phone and call him to tell him about, or to sit over a dinner and talk about, and I can’t.

2 weeks ago I finally got the tattoo I have been wanting for 9-10 years now, in his memory. While its not the exact I had drafted in my head back then, I think it is more beautiful than what I did have. I decided to add the Roman Numerals of the date of his passing to it as well. My final push to do it was 2 years ago but that just didn’t go as planned.

2 weeks ago I finally got the tattoo I have been wanting for 9-10 years now, in his memory. While its not the exact I had drafted in my head back then, I think it is more beautiful than what I did have. I decided to add the Roman Numerals of the date of his passing to it as well. My final push to do it was 2 years ago but that just didn’t go as planned. But in the end, the time getting it was a bittersweet moment for myself.


Not a day goes by that he is not missed, that I don’t think about him and all the things I wish I could tell him. Not a day goes by that I don’t wish he was here to see how my life has improved from what it was. To see how strong I have become in all the struggles he knew. And most of all not a day goes by that I don’t ask myself why? Why he had to go.

Author: Dana Gidner-Kristal

perfectly imperfect

Spill your brains...

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: