Friday, June 16, 2006

Daddy

I've dreamed about my dad for the past two nights. Wednesday night's dream had him at a distance, standing in my backyard. Last night, I dreamed I walked into Mom and Daddy's house and he was standing there. Tears started streaming down my face, and I ran to him, hugged him tight, and didn't let go. I would give anything to be able to actually do that again. Daddy passed away in September 2000 after fighting cancer for a year.

There is not one day that goes by that I don't think of my dad and miss him horribly. I've been blessed to have the most wonderful parents in the world, and losing Daddy changed my life forever. I will never be the person I was before he got sick. Something is missing, and I can't get it back. There is so much I'd like to share with him. I wish he could see the young woman his little grand daughter is becoming.

For those of you who have both your parents living, cherish them. Even when they annoy you, interfere and try to tell you what to do, and all those other things parents do. Love them and be thankful every day that they are there.

5 Comments:

Blogger amylovie said...

Losing a parent must be devastating. Your memories of him will always be with you.

Amy

9:00 AM  
Anonymous Judy said...

I am a card-carrying "daddy's girl," and even though my dad's been dead for almost 10 years I still miss him. My son is so much like the grandpa that he barely knew, weird sense of humor and all, that I wish they could hang out together.

Anyhow, I know how you feel.

7:44 PM  
Blogger turtlegirl76 said...

I sometimes think about the day that I lose a parent, and I dread it. I have no idea how I'll handle it, but I certainly am thankful for every day I have with them both in my life.

11:16 AM  
Blogger Jana said...

hi donna, found you via vera's blog. i just lost my dad last month to cancer....your post could have easily been something i wrote myself:) i too feel that i am no longer the same person, as though i am changed and i can never get back to the same way i was. my little one is 2 and she was his pride and joy, so sad that she won't know him. all i can do is make sure we tell her lots of stories about him and how much he loved her. so glad i stumbled onto your blog:)

4:11 PM  
Blogger Life's a Stitch said...

My dad died when I was 16. I still think of him nearly every day and I'm just over 50.
Li

5:37 AM  

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