moosmom
08-16-2005, 07:54 AM
this will be the only post I will be posting today.
MY Dad passed away 8 years ago today. 8 years ago yesterday was the last time I saw him alive. I am very depressed. As always, this too shall pass. It always does.
Dad,
You were the love of my life. You were always there for me no matter what. I could call you in the middle of the night, and often did so, because I needed fatherly advice. You taught me between right and wrong, and always told me that one day, when I had children of my own, I'd understand why you did the things you did. You were so absolutely right. You taught me how precious life is and also gave me a wonderful love of animals.
If I could just have one minute with you to kiss you and say goodbye, that would be my wish for today. But I know you're around me, looking over me, puffing on that stogie and making sure I'm okay. The smell of a cigar brings me to tears. Every once in a while, I know you're here because of that smell (no one in my apartment building smokes cigars).
So, today I am raising my cyber-glass to you. The sun is shining, Dad, just like you deserve. Kiss Mom and Tiggs for me and tell them I miss them terribly too.
Love,
Donna
MY Dad passed away 8 years ago today. 8 years ago yesterday was the last time I saw him alive. I am very depressed. As always, this too shall pass. It always does.
Dad,
You were the love of my life. You were always there for me no matter what. I could call you in the middle of the night, and often did so, because I needed fatherly advice. You taught me between right and wrong, and always told me that one day, when I had children of my own, I'd understand why you did the things you did. You were so absolutely right. You taught me how precious life is and also gave me a wonderful love of animals.
If I could just have one minute with you to kiss you and say goodbye, that would be my wish for today. But I know you're around me, looking over me, puffing on that stogie and making sure I'm okay. The smell of a cigar brings me to tears. Every once in a while, I know you're here because of that smell (no one in my apartment building smokes cigars).
So, today I am raising my cyber-glass to you. The sun is shining, Dad, just like you deserve. Kiss Mom and Tiggs for me and tell them I miss them terribly too.
Love,
Donna