Memorial Day--I'll never forget.
Two years ago today I lost my Daddy. I know that a 38 year old woman should not say Daddy--but, I can't help it. He made me feel like a little girl.....HIS little girl. And I miss him. Heck! I miss that feeling. I miss that secure, safe taken care of feeling that I had whenever I was with him.
My mom is on a trip today with her best friend. She called to tell me that she paid to go before she realized that she would be gone on Daddy's aniversary. I told her to GO b/c my daddy would not want us to sit around and miss him. I know he is smiling down from Heaven watching my mom tour things and hopefully smiling wither Ms. Beverly.
I am going to do the same today--rain, showers or terrible heat. I am going to live my life--missing him always--but, smiling because I know he'd want me to do just that.
My mom is on a trip today with her best friend. She called to tell me that she paid to go before she realized that she would be gone on Daddy's aniversary. I told her to GO b/c my daddy would not want us to sit around and miss him. I know he is smiling down from Heaven watching my mom tour things and hopefully smiling wither Ms. Beverly.
I am going to do the same today--rain, showers or terrible heat. I am going to live my life--missing him always--but, smiling because I know he'd want me to do just that.