In one sense it does–I’m amazed 31 years have passed. It seems like just yesterday that I received the call. But then there’s another experience of time–I’ve lived quite a bit of my life without him, so much of what is important to me I missed out on sharing with him.
Then there’s the realization that he loomed so large during the 16 years that I did have with him, I can still hear his voice, see his smile (and his scowl) and recall so many stories that you’d think he had never left.
I guess in that way, he’s been with me all along.
Never more so than at family gatherings. “Do you remember the time when Dad …”
I do. Like it was yesterday!