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 ♥️