This past weekend I found myself remembering my father more. This past Friday marked a month since he passed away. On Saturday I went out to the cemetery to visit his grave site and found myself not wanting to leave. I watered the grass with my tears as I put my hand on the grass as to reach out to him. I'm still in awe that he has passed away. I'm still adjusting to the fact that I'll never be able to see him again nor give him a hug. I'll never be able to have a normal conversation with him. I'll never see him taking pictures of my kids at their birthday parties. I'll never hear that hard knock at my back door when he would stop by unexpectedly, I would go to the front window only to find that he had backed up into my drive-way with his black dodge truck and he was standing at my side door. When someone has been taken away from you all of a sudden, you long for them all that much more. Some days I find myself stronger than other days, I guess that's to be expected they say. While at the cemetery on Saturday I also visited my daughters grave site. My husband and I had twin daughters that we lost back in 1996 so I visited them and also visited my grandfathers site as well. What a beautiful day it was on Saturday all in all, thank you Lord for that!
Yesterday marked a month since we actually found my father passed away. It was two days after he passed away that we found him alone at his home. And now today it's his birthday. He would have been 63 years old.
I've chosen a song for you. It's called "What a Wonderful World" by Louis Armstrong. This is the song we danced to at my wedding. We both love to dance.
I love you dad, I always have and I always will. You will always be remembered!
So...Wonderful Father, I'm thinking of you, missing you dearly and still dancing with you in my heart.
Love you Daddy~
Me and my daddy dancing in the kitchen.
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