Happy Father’s Day, Daddy.
It has been almost six years since we said goodbye to you and so much has changed in that time. But, one thing that has not changed is how much I miss you.
Grief is never-ending and while it may not always be so all-consuming as when we said goodbye to you, it is still there, taking up part of my heart. I know it will never go away, but rather something I am used to feeling. The empty feeling of not having you here is the new normal for all of us.
I wish I could talk to you and hug you. I wish that you were here to see how big your grandchildren are getting and how silly and funny they are. You would be fascinated by the things they say.
I wish you could be here to help with things we need help with, to remind us that whatever it is, is no big deal. I try really hard to be strong and have that same “no big deal” attitude that you had, but it gets harder and harder as time goes on.
I wish you knew our Ozzie. He would be the perfect buddy for you. I can just imagine him standing next to you, the perfect height for you to be able to pet him. I am sure the two of you would have been inseparable. Blue is still crazy as ever and we still laugh about the time you asked me if I can just make him lay still and calm down. If only it was that easy with him.
I wish you could be here to have family dinner with us. To have you at the end of the table enjoying your family that you loved and who loved you back just as much.
I wish you could be here for another sunset at Crystal Beach. My love of sunsets will never go away because I feel like you are behind every beautiful sunset we have.
There is so much that I wish for but most of all, I wish that you were here with us still….
They say now you’re in a better place
And I would be too if I could see your face.
You should be here…
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy. You will always and forever be my hero. I love and miss you every single day…..