Left with memories....

 

My daddy and me. I thank God for this picture that was taken by my husband. It sits on the radiator in front of my living room windows. When I start feeling sad I quickly glance over at this picture and it makes me smile. I loved my dad immensely! After his passing 7 months ago I was left with a void in my heart. I have tried to keep myself busy over the months and tried not to think to hard. I have had dreams, thoughts, and relived moments of the past spent with my him. He was a gift from God. He loved me and that right there is a priceless thing because so many cant say they were loved by their dads or had his presence in their lives. So many rolling stones, many mothers are left raising their children alone. Too many sons and daughters being raised without the love and guidance of an earthly father. I am so grateful that I had my Dad in my life from birth until he could no longer be here with me. He never left. Yes, I hurt that he had to suffer health wise but I take joy in knowing he lived. He had family and friends that loved him. I find myself being drawn to so many things that remind me of him and keep him close to me in spirit.

 

I will always have a special place in my heart for Jazz because he loved Jazz. I enjoy cherry vanilla ice cream now more because he did, lol. Every since that bird made a three day appearance at my window the week of Father's Day I now love collectible birds. Military stuff I collect to keep alive the memory of him being in the Air Force. I have flags and patriotic (Americana) stuff in my home's décor now. I am patiently waiting on a military bear I ordered to be delivered. He will wear the heart with my dad on it on a chain around his neck when I am not wearing it. Nothing fully helps you get over the pain of losing someone you have loved your whole life. God helps you to cope and continue with life. He will slowly but surely fill that void enough so you can continue to breathe and function in their absence. He will also enable you retain and pull up those precious memories that will make you smile and laugh again. Writing is therapy for me. I love to write about my Dad every now and then. I will never stop loving him, thinking about him, or talking about him. He was a lovingly man that any daughter would be proud of. Thank you God for him.