Im crying crocodile tears... I want to write a poem, something witty, something with meaning..... all I can do is cry. Dad passed away yesterday and I am numb. I loved him so much. Ive long said that I was so lucky to have 2 Dads. My Father and my Dad. My parents were divorced when I was young. My Mom met Jack when I was in grade school. They married when I was in High School. He was my Dad. He was there when I needed a shoulder. He helped me buy my first car. He bought me Valentine candy when I didnt have a boyfriend. He made me laugh. Laugh so hard I would cry. He gave me a step-sister. I loved watching him play with Barbara Smith, his grandchild. Boy they had fun. Laughed and laughed. Theres nothing quite like the laughter of a child. He was such a kind and giving man. He wanted to adopt me formally when I was in high school. I told him he didnt need to as I would always be his daughter and that no piece of paper meant anything. I told him to save his money because someday Id probably get married and change my name anyway. I never felt like a step child. I was his and he was mine. We had a special bond. I married a man with the best qualities of my Dad and my Father. Its amazing how I see both of them in him. I cant grasp the fact that Dad is really gone. I saw him go, I was there. I know he will be in heaven and I will see him in my journey home one day. It doesnt make it easier. I thought it would. It doesnt. Hes not in pain, he wont have any horrible dementia scares. That does comfort me. Im sure if he can---- he will be an angel to watch over us. Bye Dad. I Love you, Ill miss you. I hope I can always remember what your laugh sounded like. I will always remember the last big hug and kiss you gave me over the weekend. It felt like good-bye. I guess it was his last good bye. Sharing with Dawn Sanders Bunger, Holly Hayden-Smith, Darlene Gill, Mary Hayden, Barbara Smith
Posted on: Fri, 31 Oct 2014 20:43:01 +0000
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