Every Friday, Jeffrey Fry sends out FryDay humor to his email list. It always makes me laugh, sometimes pretty hard.
Almost every Friday, I used to forward that email to my Dad, imagining him laughing. He forwarded me funny emails, too.
I didn’t know he’d stopped reading those emails awhile ago. And I didn’t know I wasn’t going to be emailing him anymore until I walked in the door and saw how bad he was in May.
I miss forwarding these to my Dad. I miss emailing my Dad. I miss my Dad.
Now every Friday I still read Jeffrey’s email. But some of those tears aren’t from laughing anymore.
~ cj 2012.06.15
Love this poem CJ. Anyone who reads it can feel your pain. Just try & remember the happy Frydays too.
I definitely remember the Happy Fridays, Steve. 🙂 My Dad had a great sense of humor til the end.
You can still live through the FryDay posts. Your Dad wil still enjoy them. You will just have to read them aloud. You got it CJ!
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