- M
- N
- I
As many of you probably know, my father passed away on August 8th, 2015. Although I finally finished paying for the funeral costs, I still have not been able to buy a headstone.
As my father's fifty-first birthday comes to a close, I'm still trying to comprehend the fact that it's the first one that's passed that he hasn't gotten to celebrate. He never asked for much on his birthday-usually a beer, a cigarette, and no different from any other day, for my brother and I to be there with him.
Of course I wish I would have spent more time with him: down to the river, out in the cornfields or sitting on his couch watching movies--but as we have all experienced, life gets in the way of all of the little things that we take for granted. Dad was one of the only people I know who rarely took these things for granted; he cherished and held on to these little memories more than anyone I know, no matter how often they happened.
Although he had many issues in his lifetime and had been through more than we can imagine, his main worry was always Zack and I--whether we were happy, fed, loved and taken care of--both emotionally and financially. As little as he had in the past few years, he did his best to share what he could with us. His main concern continued to preserver, and he didn't have the funds to help with the things that Zack and I wanted, and as we know, he hated to ask for them...
I debated for a couple months on whether or not I would post a GoFundMe because I guess that's one more of those "Fletcher" traits that he has passed on to me, not wanting to ask for help. But since I can't be there with him for this birthday, I decided I'd do something for him instead. If he knew what his life had in store for him, and had realized that I would be left with the financial costs of his funeral and headstone, he would have been pissed, to say at the least.
There's never a great way to ask for help, and there's even fewer times that people are able to give help, but I want to say thank you in advance for even taking the time to read this. Zack and I love you all, and your support over the past few months mean more than you could ever imagine.
As my father's fifty-first birthday comes to a close, I'm still trying to comprehend the fact that it's the first one that's passed that he hasn't gotten to celebrate. He never asked for much on his birthday-usually a beer, a cigarette, and no different from any other day, for my brother and I to be there with him.
Of course I wish I would have spent more time with him: down to the river, out in the cornfields or sitting on his couch watching movies--but as we have all experienced, life gets in the way of all of the little things that we take for granted. Dad was one of the only people I know who rarely took these things for granted; he cherished and held on to these little memories more than anyone I know, no matter how often they happened.
Although he had many issues in his lifetime and had been through more than we can imagine, his main worry was always Zack and I--whether we were happy, fed, loved and taken care of--both emotionally and financially. As little as he had in the past few years, he did his best to share what he could with us. His main concern continued to preserver, and he didn't have the funds to help with the things that Zack and I wanted, and as we know, he hated to ask for them...
I debated for a couple months on whether or not I would post a GoFundMe because I guess that's one more of those "Fletcher" traits that he has passed on to me, not wanting to ask for help. But since I can't be there with him for this birthday, I decided I'd do something for him instead. If he knew what his life had in store for him, and had realized that I would be left with the financial costs of his funeral and headstone, he would have been pissed, to say at the least.
There's never a great way to ask for help, and there's even fewer times that people are able to give help, but I want to say thank you in advance for even taking the time to read this. Zack and I love you all, and your support over the past few months mean more than you could ever imagine.