After twenty-eight years of not laying eyes on him, why is it I am able to so vividly recall the details of my dad? This picture of him may be fuzzy, but not the one in my mind.
Is it ever not too early to lose someone? I expect that most of us would gamble our last cent to have just one more day with a loved one lost. February 7, 1987, I had no more one-more-days. This is the day my dad, Douglas Michael Summers, left this earth. It’s been twenty-eight years. He was forty-seven years old, and I wasn’t much more than a new adult.
Too early to not have anymore days to live?
My goodness, yes.
Too early to say goodbye to my dad?
No need to ask.
Too early.
It’s the same feeling I had when I was a little girl. Every time I see the tip of the Matterhorn from the 57 freeway in Anaheim California, my heart picks up its’ pace. I flat out love Disneyland. I always have and I aways will. I love it, I’m sure, for many of the same reasons its 40,000 daily visitors do. There’s just something special and familiar about Disneyland. From the way it smells, the way it sounds, the food, (their corn dogs are killer) the favorite rides, the people of every kind; this place seems to stay the same yet brings a new experience with every visit. Disneyland offers many lands of adventure, fantasy, and tomorrow to explore; all full of imagination, inspiration and creativity. It’s homey. It draws a crowd. It reminds me that we all like to have fun. It appeals to the young and the young at heart. It brings Joy. It touches people.
