This week's installment of Throwback Friday I've been thinking about since the idea first popped into my head to do these Throwbacks every week. However, now that its time to sit down and actually put the idea into words, I'm finding it quite difficult. I had all these poetic, colorful words I was going to write but I can't remember any of it now.
5 years ago today, I lost my Daddy unexpectedly. I'm not going to go into any details because who wants to relive the worst day of their life, right?
But I would like to share a little bit about my Daddy and what he taught me in life:
Daddy taught me the meaning of a hard earned dollar. I've never met anyone who worked as hard as my Daddy did but yet spent every penny on someone other than himself.
Daddy taught me what good music really is; I mean good honest music.
Daddy taught me any good joke can be funny, even if you can't tell a joke to save your life.
Daddy taught me to always be proud of who are and where you came from, even if you didn't come from much.
I know Daddy is sitting on the front porch of Heaven with Grandma & Granddaddy. I'm sure he's telling, or trying to tell, a joke or some other story he finds funny.
I'm sure he's up there pulling pranks and probably fishing too. I wonder if he's up there driving around on those golden streets or if he's takin' it easy. I hope he's takin' it easy.
I feel his presence often, but its still not often enough.
There isn't a day that goes by I don't think about him and miss him. I still don't think its fair that he was taken from me; from all of us.
I still get angry and suppose I always will. The cliche "He's better off," doesn't make me feel better. I'd rather have him here. I don't dream about Daddy as often as I use to, and that bothers me.
I just plain miss him & can't believe its been this long. I hope I've made him proud & hope he knows how much of my heart has been missing since he's passed.
5 years ago today, I lost my Daddy unexpectedly. I'm not going to go into any details because who wants to relive the worst day of their life, right?
But I would like to share a little bit about my Daddy and what he taught me in life:
Daddy taught me the meaning of a hard earned dollar. I've never met anyone who worked as hard as my Daddy did but yet spent every penny on someone other than himself.
Daddy taught me what good music really is; I mean good honest music.
Daddy taught me any good joke can be funny, even if you can't tell a joke to save your life.
Daddy taught me to always be proud of who are and where you came from, even if you didn't come from much.
I know Daddy is sitting on the front porch of Heaven with Grandma & Granddaddy. I'm sure he's telling, or trying to tell, a joke or some other story he finds funny.
I'm sure he's up there pulling pranks and probably fishing too. I wonder if he's up there driving around on those golden streets or if he's takin' it easy. I hope he's takin' it easy.
I feel his presence often, but its still not often enough.
There isn't a day that goes by I don't think about him and miss him. I still don't think its fair that he was taken from me; from all of us.
I still get angry and suppose I always will. The cliche "He's better off," doesn't make me feel better. I'd rather have him here. I don't dream about Daddy as often as I use to, and that bothers me.
I just plain miss him & can't believe its been this long. I hope I've made him proud & hope he knows how much of my heart has been missing since he's passed.
I miss you "Old Man."
Love,
Your BB
Melissa, my heart hurts for you today. I dont presume to know how it feels to lose a father, but I can only imagine the grief you feel every day. Thinking about you and saying a prayer for your daddy.
ReplyDeleteDaddy's are so special. Too many of my dearest friends have had their father's taken away too early. But those men have left exceptional women in this world and I am privledged to call them my friends. I'm quite sure you're dad is so very proud of you, your sass, and your ability to appreciate the good in each day. A beautiful sunset or sunrise on the lake, a cold beer, and silly times with the ones you love.
ReplyDeletemel, did i block it from my memory that you lost your father too? i want to hug you now. right now. now now now.
ReplyDeletei am sorry i hate the phone but we do need to make a phone date.
So I just saw this as I was perusing your blog. I can't believe your dad is gone. It is so weird to think someone you have so many memories of is no longer here. I have many, many memories of him. He always made us laugh! Some of my favorites - Don't let the bird of paradise fly up your nose, and there is a soldier in the grass with a bullet up his .. don't be alarmed it was only in his arm! hahaha
ReplyDeleteNot to mention all the memories of the places we went. Like to Kings Dominion, our beach trips, the time he took us to the air show, riding 4 wheelers at Buckleberry, or just visits to your grandmother's house. Oh yeah and riding in the back of the blue van with the egg crate.
He was a great man and I want you to know that he is missed by me as well. We used to call him Daddy too and he will always have a special place in my heart. :)
Janet aka Giggles. :)