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A “See You Soon Letter” to My Father

A "See You Soon Letter" to My Father
Written by Susan Vernicek

My father passed away just days ago on January 11, 2014, and I’ve been spending most of my time thinking about him.

Andrew VernicekUpdated January 11, 2021.

I’ve been seeing 11:11 and 1.11 for over a week straight now.  Gosh, I miss you Dad. It’s scary to admit that as time goes by I don’t think of you every minute of the day—but the times I do from flashes, or drinking my coffee out of your mug, bring extreme love and warmth as I remember all that I can.

My father and I didn’t always have an oh-so-loving relationship. Growing up I believed he hated me, but of course today, I know he didn’t. And I as I update this now on January 11, 2021, I am so much like him with my twins, It’s hysterical how we really do take on our parent’s characteristics at times as we age.

I remember being a pretty difficult child and being his youngest of seven, I’m sure he had enough shit to put up with before I came along. I didn’t obey my parents too often and could get pretty damn fresh back in the day. So, I can see why I was yelled at many times and grounded quite often.

My father passed away just on January 11, 2014, and I’ve been spent most of my time thinking about him. I think about the last thirty-three years ( now I’m 40 ) of having him in my life and how lucky I am to have seen a man, especially my father, overcome extraordinary obstacles so many times.

He served on the USS Ticonderoga in WWII when the kamikazes hit. He’s beaten three different cancers from his early fifties to his late eighties and during the mix of all that, he quit drinking cold turkey during my high school days. Without a doubt, my mother played a major role in his achievements. She never left his side and she never let us down as a family.

A "See You Soon Letter" to My Father

I’m still processing his loss and I’m shocked by all the emotions I’ve been experiencing. The car drives are by far the absolute worst! My family has lost four other family members in the past two years. It’s been very difficult to accept their losses, but my father’s passing is by far has the most impact on me.

I wasn’t expecting my father to pass because he had gone into the hospital for one thing, and unfortunately declined from there. I still believe the hospital’s lack of effort and communication played a role in his rapid decline. I’m still angry and not sure how to let go without being able to confront the staff of the hospital. I believe, or maybe I’m just needing somebody to blame right now, but I believe I would be able to accept my father’s passing easier if I knew the staff did everything they could. I truly feel they didn’t.

I’m definitely not an expert on grief, but I do know there are many phases. I think one of the last few phases, acceptance becomes more challenging before acceptance and healing becomes easier. I’m currently in what I believe the guilty phase of grief. I’ve shed so many tears in the past weeks; I am numb and mentally exhausted. I lay in bed at night thinking of my dad and how each day I feel is getting to be too normal and routine.

I feel guilty about going about my day and not shedding as many tears. What if he is watching down and thinking, “They’ve already moved on”? Obviously, I haven’t, but do our late relatives know we have them in our thoughts every moment?

I wake up every night around 4 a.m., think of him right away, and have trouble falling back asleep. I sometimes wish he would send me a message, but then I get startled right away and change my mind. It just feels surreal to me; I can’t believe he isn’t here.

What I know for sure, as Oprah would say, our energy never dies and our soul moves on once it has reached peace within that particular individual. But then what? I’m still unsure about what comes after that.

Is he okay? Was he really ready to leave? I have to force myself to believe that if he let go, then he was ready, but I just don’t know for sure.

The only thing that comforts me now is that I got to spend plenty of time with him and he was aware of my husband and I expecting twins, which made him happy.

He even said that he thought we were having two boys. I honestly have no regrets and was able to say my goodbyes even though I wasn’t ready to do so.

I’m going to close with a letter to my Dad.

Dad with a few of his daughters and Granddaughters

It’s Not Goodbye, It’s I Hope and Pray to See You Again.

Dear Dad,

There will never be enough words or time to tell you how much I love you. Whether you know it or not, you have taught me so many life lessons in the past thirty-three years.

Your imperfections, your courage, your strength, your heart, your laughter, your kindness, and your, at times, stubbornness have been wonderful to examine and soak in.

You’ve taught me to do a little less complaining and take each moment for what it is. As you would say, “Well, it is what it is, we’ll just have to take it one day at a time.”

You’ve taught me to work hard and not be lazy. I remember when you owned those restaurants you would come home and count your money and then hand us each a hard-earned dollar. You worked every day until they forced you to retire, but even then you didn’t stop working hard and fighting each day.

You’ve taught me to clean the paintbrushes after using them. Rob now understands not to question me because he would typically throw them out and buy new ones each time. I would say, “My dad would kill me if I threw them out.”

You’ve taught me to turn the lights out when I leave a room. It took years to click in, but now I am constantly turning lights out of the rooms when nobody is in them.

You’ve taught me to not waste food. I love leftovers just like you and I hate to see food go to waste. I love how you never lost your appetite, even at 87, and during your last days in the hospital. I know all of us will never forget your favorite–oatmeal and anything with blueberries.

You’ve taught me to see the “little things”. I know I’m not the only one to notice that every time you walked into somebody’s house, you would always state a compliment. You always noticed a change in their home if it was your second or third time back. You appreciated the little things in life, and it was refreshing.

You’ve taught me to have humor. Well, try to. You always had a sense of humor and I loved how you were never that grumpy old man. Whenever you could fit a joke in, you would. You really knew how to make others smile, and your kind disposition always shined through.

Dad, I could go on and on, but for now, I will say I miss you so, so, so, very much. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye and I’m still not. I hope to see you again soon, and until then, you will be part of my every day.

Identity Magazine is all about guiding women to discover their powers of Self-AcceptanceAppreciation, and Personal Achievement. 

We ask that every contributor and expert answer the Identity questions in keeping with our theme. Their answers can be random and in the moment or they can be aligned with the current article they have writtenIn that way, and as a team, we hope to encourage and motivate each other, thus inspiring you to Get All A’s.

What have you accepted within your life, physically and/or mentally? Additionally, what are you still working on accepting? Now, we’re not talking about resignation, rather stepping into, embraced, and owned.

I still haven’t fully “accepted” the loss of my father, but I am working on it. I”m mentally aware and processing the phases and physically I’ve accepted the tired look and bags from being pregnant and crying.

Appreciation is everything. What have you learned to appreciate about yourself and/or within your life, physically and mentally? On the other hand OR in contrastare there elements of who you are that you’re still working on appreciating?

I appreciate my ability to release my thoughts and emotions.   It’s not easy, but it sure feels good when I am able to do so.

Share with us one of your most rewarding achievements in life? Tell us not only what makes YOU most proud but also share the goals and dreams that you still have.

I would say today, it’s rewarding to know I have many of my father’s great qualities, one is working hard.

I still need to finish the next series of quote books, which are in the works. I’ve shared the idea with my father and he loved it.

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About the author

Susan Vernicek

My name is Susan Vernicek and I ignite and empower Mompreneurs who struggle to discover their balance between MomLife + BizLife. I help them create a winning Mompreneur Mindset so that they can consciously thrive at home and KILL IT in business —without feeling guilty and letting go of the comparison game.

With over 13 years of experience and overcoming my own emotional, financial, and physical rock bottom, I’m now thriving as a Mompreneur myself.

I’m your Mindset Igniter, a #1 Amazon Bestseller, Speaker and Coach. Let’s move you from autopilot to achieving in MomLife + BizLife! To connect directly, please Email me at [email protected]

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