The days at the salon (today) are always the hardest for me since dealing with the grief and loss of my dad. Maybe it’s because it’s the only place that I am able to really be quiet with the thoughts in my mind. Maybe it was because my dad was such a huge supporter of my hair business and the memories I have with him and cutting his hair are too hard to forget.
To him, I was “the best hairstylist in Indy.”
I miss the support he had for me. I fear I will never have that kind of support in my life. It was truly one of a kind…
The last thing I did was run my hand across the top of my dads head and feel his hair, as he laid there with his body under that white sheet. It was so soft, and I had mentioned to my mom how I had just cut it. And I am so thankful that I did because he begged me for that cut for two weeks before I’d actually cut it. Like he always had to…
What I wouldn’t give to be able to see his face in here today and give him “the best cut in Indy” once more.
I miss his face, I miss his laugh, I miss him telling me to “just take a little off the top so it doesn’t look like it was just cut.” I can’t remember where a client parts their hair, but I will never forget the way I had to trim those two gray hairs at the top of his right ear, or the way he had to fix his own hair after I’d just done it…
I miss all of it. And it’s hard to really understand when your life will never be the same.
Our lives are only the way they are right now. Give it a minute and all things could be different. Just something to think about…
