Today marks twenty-three years that my Dad has been gone.
I wrote about that day and losing a parent a couple of years ago. You can read it here.
This year, I just don't have much to say.
Twenty-three years later I'm grown up and I would do anything to introduce him to his granddaughters and have a conversation with him. And hear his voice.
Truth? I'd just like to google him and see some sort of trace of his life, too.
I know many of you have lost someone and feel the same way.
Ah, the Ides of March.
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He would love and adore your girls, sister. He would have called Vivi a little monkey and he would have thought Lila was a perfect princess. He would have very much liked Craig.
ReplyDeleteHe would be proud of the woman you have become.
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Oh sister... here I am crying as I read this.
DeleteI read your other post and I'm crying for you at work. Several of my friends have lost parents lately and it's so hard. I am dreading it...
ReplyDeleteI have no doubt. . . he would be so proud.
ReplyDeleteLove you and thinking about you often. . .
Hugs to you.
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