Tomorrow would have been my fathers 81st birthday, had cancer not taken him from us in 2002.
My dad was a quiet man, a strong and determined man. His first love was his wife and children, and through good and bad times we all knew it. I miss my daddy, my heart feels very sad as I write this, and getting through Wednesday June 12th; will be hard, it will bring more tears to my eyes than now and the physical pain I will feel will ache to my core.
Then just 4 days later, Fathers Day will be celebrated. So many fathers and children will be sharing stories, eating at a cookout, fishing, golfing, playing football, baseball, or even dolls. And silly cards and gifts will be handed to those dads, by little and large hands alike. Hugs and tears and cheers will abound.
I wish all you Dads a happy day, a cherished day.
I'll be looking up to Heaven on both the 12th and the 16th Daddy; look down and see my love for You. It will forever shine, till our time to be together comes again.
I miss and love you so much daddy.
