Strickland Surnames

I buried my father in the sky….

I was a daddy’s girl.

Even when my own children arrived, I remained a daddy’s girl.

Five years ago this girl lost her daddy.

I could recount the story of where I was when I heard the news, but I can’t invite that chest-cracking pain into my day.

I wish I could sit one more time, holding my father’s hands.  I miss the possibility of his hello; I miss the ever-ready energy that he brought to life; I miss the smile.  I miss the calm that seeped into all the cracks of my life just because he loved me.  Absolutely.

Norman Scott Strickland: September 14, 1928-July 16, 2006

I buried my father in the sky. Since then, the birds clean and comb him every morning and pull the blanket up to his chin every night.

From the poem Little Father by Li-Young Lee








By Kay Strickland

I am a keeper of my family's lore, chasing after my ancestors' tales in south central New York, southwestern Pennsylvania and Southside Virginia. The stories and photographs that I share on this blog are my intellectual property. While I do my very best to provide well researched posts, I do not pretend to have reached genealogical proof standards. Therefore, much of this work is to generate conversation among interested parties. If you would like to share my work or my records, please contact me: dkaysdays (at) gmail (dot) com.

4 replies on “I buried my father in the sky….”

Thank you for your condolences. I must apologize for not replying sooner; my spam filter got overly diligent. 😉
Again, I appreciate your taking the time to stop by.

I think these anniversaries of deaths and births allow us to feel haunted; and for a moment we feel our souls connect with those who left before us. It is oddly comforting to mourn.

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