I always anticipated this moment. It was inevitable, yet knowing didn’t soften the blow. Grief, I’ve discovered, rarely eases with time or forewarning. I often found myself in denial, clinging to the belief that my children’s experiences would mirror my own. But reality proved otherwise.
It’s been over five years since my father passed, and he was the Tooth Fairy in our family—a whimsical title he earned eleven years ago when my eldest child was in preschool, long before the chaos of illness and late-night hospital calls. Back then, my son was a curious little boy who had learned about jobs in school. While some family roles were easy to explain—like firefighter or teacher—my father’s was more complex. As a dental technician, he crafted dentures for those who lost their teeth. My son quickly connected the dots: Grandpa made teeth, so naturally, he must be the Tooth Fairy.
That evening, I shared the news with my dad, who joyfully embraced his newfound role. From that day forth, he became the go-to person for loose teeth, calming anxious children before dental visits, and explaining the importance of flossing. He remained their first call whenever a tooth was lost.
Then came cancer, and he was taken from us. Even in death, he retained his title. The last tooth lost during his watch was lovingly tucked into his shirt pocket, and the kids imagined him soaring with wings and a tutu. Instead of calls, they began leaving notes for him, hoping for a reply.
This summer, my middle child lost her final baby tooth, while my now eight-year-old lost his third. My daughter shared a deep bond with Grandpa; she took his death particularly hard. She always believed he would be with her for as long as she had baby teeth. When she lost her last molar and penned her final note, I sensed she hadn’t fully grasped its significance.
In contrast, her younger brother, who was only two when Grandpa passed, views the Tooth Fairy simply as a mythical figure. He lacks personal memories of my father, relying instead on stories and photographs. This realization hit me hard; I had to sit with this truth for a long time. The reality is that my youngest child will only know Grandpa as a tale.
For a fleeting moment, I considered sustaining the Tooth Fairy legacy. I thought about having my older kids share their stories to keep my father’s memory alive. But I realized this was driven by my need for connection, not theirs. I cannot impose my grief onto them; it’s essential to let them process their loss in their own way. So, I’ll quietly say goodbye, again.
Thank you, Dad, for the years you spent flying around, leaving behind silver coins and notes, for all the laughter and love. You were the best Tooth Fairy in existence, but even the greatest must eventually step down. Love you always.
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In summary, saying farewell to the Tooth Fairy and the memories of my father is a bittersweet journey, reminding us of the love and connections we cherish, even as we navigate through loss.
Keyphrase: Final Goodbye to the Tooth Fairy
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