Michelle Lynne Woodrow
A DAD’S OBITUARY FOR HIS DAUGHTER
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Parents don’t bury their children. Children outlive their parents. But here we are, planning a celebration of your life on one coast and preparing to bury the rest of the ashes side by side with your mom back in Delaware.
February 8, 1983 is a day I will never forget because God gave me the greatest gift of all…you. It’s a good thing you came when you did because a couple of days after we brought you home we had a blizzard. You were someone, even as a young child, who was always on the go.
When you were about 12, Robin decided to leave us and from that point on I was a single dad with a teenage daughter. I think we learned a lot over those years that made it easier to understand each other as we both got older. Your sister Larisha entered our lives and it was always an adventure. I’m proud that to this day Larisha is still part of our family. She took your death really hard.
Your brother, Jason Wasson has been a tower of strength since you left us. You’d be so proud of all he is doing. I talked online to your brother Kenny Grubaugh and he is doing ok.
Emily, your daughter has been terrific these past couple of weeks. She’s helped out a lot and continues to work hard with her school work. Gavin and Liam are on the east coast so I don’t know much about how they are doing.
Your grandparents know what I am going through. They love you deeply and miss you. Pete and Joan Lowenstein are two very special people and it meant so much to me that they would help you out when you were broke and I couldn’t help you.
Where do I go from here? I’m at a complete loss of how to survive my life without you. You’ve made a huge impact on my life. It frustrated me when you were in pain and there was nothing I could do to help.You and Emily are the only two things that really mattered in my life and now you are gone.
Thank you for 34 years of love, joy, sadness and just about any other emotion. You taught me a lot. Forgive me for the times I failed you. I tried my best. There is a huge hole in my heart right now and it will remain that way until I die. The only thing that helps is knowing that on October 10th as you entered into Heaven was the fact that you were greeted by your mom, who you have missed so much. Freida and you had a special sense of closeness that even death could not destroy.
There will be a celebration of Michelle’s life on Saturday, October 28 at Pritchard Beach Bathhouse, 8400 55th AVENUE S. SEATTLE.