I apologize to anyone who reads my little blog for being M.I.A. here recently. I certainly never expected to take a break and especially for the reason in which I did. As hard as this post may be to write, it seems a little helpful to put my feelings into words and help you all to know the man I call dad.
Life as I know it has completely changed. God decided to bring my Dad to his forever home. And even though I miss him every second of every day, I know God has an ultimate plan for everyone. And my family and I have gained a truly amazing guardian angel. I still cannot fathom not seeing him every time I visit the home I grew up in. Not seeing him out in his garage, working on his side projects. Not hearing his voice or seeing his smile. Luckily though, I do have a voicemail, many pictures and the best memories from the past 27 years. I know that he’s looking down on his little family and smiling, beaming with pride and missing us every bit of what we miss him! And I thank God that I got every moment with him that I did- bringing me home from the hospital, my first steps, my kindergarten graduation, my eight years of wearing uniforms, getting my license, my first prom, my graduation, meeting my husband, walking me down the aisle at my wedding, our many dances to ‘brown eyed girl’ or ‘rocky top’ and countless other memories!
Memories don’t make the hurt of missing him any easier, but it sure does help to reflect on the past. The older I get the more I realize I’m just like him, which I haven’t always thought was a good thing, ha! (We may have butted heads a little when I was growing up, now I know why). But that’s not true, I adore being like him.. What’s wrong with a hard head, being stubborn, hardly ever being wrong (😉), having certain things be ‘perfect’, a large vein running down my forehead, being taller than most of my friends, knowing a good deal when I see it, going after my passion…
I have 27 years of perfect memories, memories that will never be forgotten. I am beyond blessed to have had him as a dad, teacher, mentor, and friend. He was a son, brother, husband, dad, pa, and friend and I know he was truly treasured and will forever be missed. This past week and a half has been the hardest, but I know one day I’ll see you again. 💕