Sad post alert--
This past Saturday, August 10th, was the 12th anniversary of my father's death.
I was 15 when he left. He left this earth, he left my mom, he left me, he left my brother, my Grandmother, my aunts & uncles, my cousins, his future grandchildren, his friends...all of us.
|The last picture I have with him. I wish we had iPhones back then because there would be SO many more!|
I won't go too much into detail of my memories of that day, I don't know that my heart can take it, but he died in a four wheeler accident. It was unexpected. It was unfair. I'd imagine that knowing you're going to lose someone doesn't make it any easier, but I didn't even get to say goodbye. The only comfort I have is that I know I spoke to him on the phone the night it happened (I was staying at a friend's house) and I always say "I love you" before getting off the phone. I know that the last words my father and I spoke to each other were "I love you".
I have many fond memories of my Daddy (he was never Dad, always Daddy). He and my mom were always so proud of their babies. My brother played sports, I danced, we were both in the band and we were always, always supported. In my Who are You? linkup I mentioned my daddy listening to me play my flute when I was first learning. I'm sure it was...not good, but he didn't care. He encouraged me to do my best in everything I did. I hated ballet at one point. He told me how beautiful he thought it was and encouraged me to stick with it, so I did. He didn't push me though. I played tee ball one year and he was my coach. I hated it. I finished out the season and never played again. He knew exactly when to encourage me and when to let me decide I was done with something.
He missed out on many things when he left. He missed proms, football games, plays, graduations, my wedding, and my babies. I'll only be able to tell my children how amazing their Granddaddy was. They'll never truly know, and that breaks my heart. I wish I could see him with my babies. I know he would be wrapped around their little fingers.
He wasn't here with us long enough, but he definitely left an impact. He was kind, never knew a stranger, loving, supportive, funny, empathetic, non-judgmental, care-free, sensitive, and so much more. Was he perfect? Goodness no, but I remember the good and I want to be the kind of person my daddy was in my eyes. Good.
I don't know the point of this post really, other than to just get it out. Maybe let you get to know a bit more about me? I don't know. I've been a bit emotional lately and I miss my Daddy like crazy. Time makes it easier to cope, but it'll never heal. Love your loved ones and make sure you tell them you love them!
Back to fun posts tomorrow :)