These past couple months have been by far the most difficult for me so far. It is times like these that I miss my Dad even more. He was not a perfect man. He made mistakes. But he taught me so many things. One of the most valuable of these lessons was to love unconditionally and to love no matter what. I think that is what makes these months so difficult. I miss him. A lot!
A couple nights ago I could not sleep again. I sat up in bed with a flash light and wrote him a letter. I cried and I wrote. I wish I could hear his voice. To hear his response to my words. To hear his correction if I am wrong and encouragement if he agrees. To feel his gentle touch. To see his love for his grandchildren.
Daddy and I October 30, 1993.