I walk through the days, holding tight to my faith, yet my heart is heavy. I sat silently in my big comfy chair, thoughts about my homework, the articles Im behind on, the things I need to do, and felt very stressed. The though that I should call my dad popped in to my mind, and for a brief second, I smiled. The came the gipping feeling in my heart, realizing I cant call him, or emial him. I cant see him, speak to him or anything else.
This birthday he wont being calling me to sing happy birthday as he has for many years. Just when I think Im over the hump, reality hits me again and I cry.
He was my freind, my confidant, my strength. He was laughter, and love, smiles and funny faces, he was my light when I felt alone in the dark. He was...... yes he was. Its amazing how many things remind me of Dad and Mom..... a song, a picture, a smell.... Its also amazing how the love goes on and on.
I am blessed beyond explainantion to have loved and been loved by such wonderfull parents for so long. I am thankful.