Today would have been my Father's 71st Birthday. It's still hard, even after nearly 16 years. I think it always will be. I think it's the first time I haven't wanted to hide in bed all day. I realize he isn't in pain and he isn't suffering. That it is okay to talk about him. My Dad loved me very much and I know that.
Sometimes I feel a bit guilty for not spending more time with him the last few months of his life.
I was 18 and a senior in high school. I had a lot of friends and a boyfriend and getting ready to graduate from high school. I know I can't go back and change things but I wish I could. But I know my Dad knew I loved him and I know that he loved me and that is all that matters.
I do wish he could have gotten to know my husband. Because I know they would have gotten along like two peas in a pod. I know I married my father and I am thankful for that.
So Happy Birthday Daddy. I miss you and I love you. I hope wherever you are you are riding your motorcycle and raising hell like only you can.
2 comments:
Hugs Sarah!
dang, i'm an emotional mess right now, because this made me cry. seriously.
you're right, the most important thing was that your dad knew you loved him.
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