7 years ago..
7 years ago today my dad went to heaven. I miss him like crazy.. it feels like just yesterday that it happened. Some days it feels like just yesterday that i saw him... today, it feels like forever ago. I was always such a daddy's girl... I still am. I just wish I could see him, talk to him one last time. There is sooo much I'd cram into that conversation. I would tell him how much I love and miss him, I'd tell him everything about Hayden. I'd tell him how much I've learned and grown since he's been gone. I'd ask him if he is proud of me..of his grandson? I'd hug and kiss him and sit as close to him and stare contently into those amazing blue eyes of his. I'd LOVE to look into his eyes and see him without pain.. that would be amazing. It might be worth him being gone, as long as he's not hurting. That might make it ok..
My dad was is an amazing man. He fought with emphysema for 13 years, 10 years longer than the dr's anticipated him to survive. He fought an amazing battle...there were really low lows..but he always came out of it. He fought back from being on life support to come home to us. Breathing treatments, steroids, antibiotics.. pneumonia at the drop of a dime.. he was a fighter, and I get that from him. His strength has gotten me through so many tough spots. When I think there is no way in hell that I can do it.. I remind myself "you are your fathers daughter, Billie Jo.. you better buck up". I won't let anything or anyone beat me..and I won't give up or give in. When it's my time..I'll go out fighting..just like my daddy.
RIP daddy 4/23/35 - 10/21/03
My dad was is an amazing man. He fought with emphysema for 13 years, 10 years longer than the dr's anticipated him to survive. He fought an amazing battle...there were really low lows..but he always came out of it. He fought back from being on life support to come home to us. Breathing treatments, steroids, antibiotics.. pneumonia at the drop of a dime.. he was a fighter, and I get that from him. His strength has gotten me through so many tough spots. When I think there is no way in hell that I can do it.. I remind myself "you are your fathers daughter, Billie Jo.. you better buck up". I won't let anything or anyone beat me..and I won't give up or give in. When it's my time..I'll go out fighting..just like my daddy.
RIP daddy 4/23/35 - 10/21/03