“A father holds his daughters hand for a short while, but he holds her heart forever.” Unknown
Today marks the FIRST anniversary (if that’s the correct term) of my father’s death and I miss everything about him. I miss …his voice, his smile, his praise, and his chastisement. I miss him more than words can express. Not a day goes by when I don’t think about him or have to use some of the wisdom he imparted just to get through the day. Every day when I walk past his picture, I say good morning and good night and when I listen with my heart, I can hear him say it right back. Yeah, I miss my daddy, and getting through this year, without him has been a struggle. Thus to get me through my FIRST year without my daddy, I began to reminisce on all the FIRSTS that we’d experienced together.
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