Fathers Day

Today, this morning. I became so sad.

I was bitter. I didn’t want to do the usual ‘Fathers day’ greetings to the men in the church.

I just wanted to curl up in some place and wail and moan.

Yes, you guessed right. I don’t have a Father anymore. It’s been 9 years without Daddy.

I don’t think about it all the time. But today I did.

I wish he were here to see my successes and failures, to yell at me and laugh with me. I wish he were here just because I need a father. I see my friends with their dad and become so jealous because they don’t know what they have. I try to tell them appreciate the man now instead of later, because you just never know.

I loved my dad deeply and he was my favorite as I was his favorite child. But he isn’t here.

I have tried to have several stand-in dads but it just isn’t the same.

I guess that’s why I became distant.

This post started off with me being sad and bitter.

But I guess I just miss my father.

Happy Fathers Day, Daddy ♥️