A great loss
I lost my father figure (my children’s grandfather) last night. The thought didn’t really sink in until this morning. It penetrated deep in my mind. Not being able to call him. Not being able to text him, which he always replied, “hey kiddo”. No one has ever called me that. Ever. It’s an endearment that I passed on to my own children. My kiddos.
My own father left me when I was young. I was raise with a strong single mom. She did the best she could. I didn’t have a father figure until I had met, dated, and married into my ex-husband family. He always accept me and my daughter as we are.
My oldest isn’t with my ex-husband. My oldest was created from a one-side love. She is the best of me. She humbled and changed me the day she was born. My father figure became her grandfather and accept her as his own grandkid even after I had two more children with my ex-husband. He never treated my oldest any different. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to either.
A great man died last night. The only man who never left my side, even after my ex-husband and I divorced. He always reach out. My ex-husband entire family abandon me the days after we split. Blocked me from social media. Made it seem as though I did something wrong. I was at fault for a loveless marriage. Yet, my father figure always reached out.
“Hey kiddo”
I will miss you every day. I will miss our endless conversations whenever we talked. I will miss our laughs. I will miss your golden heart. Most of all, I will miss the person you are. There’s no one out there like you.
He came into an unloved world, who was raised by his grandparents because his own mother didn’t want him, who was unloved by his first wife and never gave him any children, who finally found a women who’s his current wife and showed him real love. A love he spread widely with anyone who came in contact with him.
I will cherish every moment we had. Thank you for coming into my life and showing me a true selfless person. I will miss you.
“I love you, kiddo”
My own father left me when I was young. I was raise with a strong single mom. She did the best she could. I didn’t have a father figure until I had met, dated, and married into my ex-husband family. He always accept me and my daughter as we are.
My oldest isn’t with my ex-husband. My oldest was created from a one-side love. She is the best of me. She humbled and changed me the day she was born. My father figure became her grandfather and accept her as his own grandkid even after I had two more children with my ex-husband. He never treated my oldest any different. He wouldn’t allow anyone else to either.
A great man died last night. The only man who never left my side, even after my ex-husband and I divorced. He always reach out. My ex-husband entire family abandon me the days after we split. Blocked me from social media. Made it seem as though I did something wrong. I was at fault for a loveless marriage. Yet, my father figure always reached out.
“Hey kiddo”
I will miss you every day. I will miss our endless conversations whenever we talked. I will miss our laughs. I will miss your golden heart. Most of all, I will miss the person you are. There’s no one out there like you.
He came into an unloved world, who was raised by his grandparents because his own mother didn’t want him, who was unloved by his first wife and never gave him any children, who finally found a women who’s his current wife and showed him real love. A love he spread widely with anyone who came in contact with him.
I will cherish every moment we had. Thank you for coming into my life and showing me a true selfless person. I will miss you.
“I love you, kiddo”