Today I woke up with a lump in my throat and flash backs of the day daddy died. Some days are better than others and as time has gone on there are more good days than bad but then there are those moment that hit hard.
I miss him.
I hate seeing all the father's day stuff out.
I hate not being able to call him and tell him the good news about his grandson getting his first job I know he would be proud of his "little leaper". He called Kyle his little leaper because he sort of leaped instead of crawled.
I continue to realize that when you lose someone its the process of all the "firsts" that are what is so hard.
I fought a few tears on the way to work. Once I got there I got busy and stayed busy all day so I managed through the day.
Tomorrow is a new day. He isn't far from my thoughts and always in my heart. I love you daddy.
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