This post may not make any sense but I need to be able to jsut write and get what I am thinking and feeling out……
It’s been 14 years….. FOURTEEN YEARS now since my father passed away, and each year I find myself thinking the same things. I wish my Dad was here. I wish he could have walked me down the isle at my wedding, I wish he could have seen his grand babies when they were born.
This year my thoughts brought me to “I wish he could have seen Samantha learn to ride a bike, and to see Sarah write her name”. How I wish he was here to see them and hold him.
I know he is here with us in spirit; I know that there has been many times in my life where I know he has been there helping me or just holding my hand.
Although it does help, and in a small way heal my heart, I still miss him terribly…. deep down I am still a little girl crying inside, just wanting one last hug from her daddy…..