Friday, January 22, 2010
I lost my dad 17 years ago. I was 21. I miss him more now than I did then. I miss that he would have been gaga over my kids. He would have been the best grandfather. I miss that my kids never knew him, only of him. I miss that my mom has been alone all these years, and we are now getting ready to deal with something that my dad would have been a huge source of strength through. I miss that he is missing my better days. I was such a self-absorbed person back then. I miss the advice I know he would give me. I miss that he hasn't seen my marriage and life grow to what it is today. I miss that I didn't get to see what Christ was going to do in his life. I would have loved to see him serve in the church. There are days that he just springs to my mind and tears cloud my eyes, and I just miss him.
Posted by Alyson at 8:11 AM