Growing up I’ve always missed having my dad around and I still do. I lost my dad at the age of 8 and every year on special occasions I think about how life would have been if he was still around.
Is it okay to say that I’m jealous of those who still have their dads with them? My mom has always tried to fill both roles and she has done an excellent job in it however I still don’t think anyone can replace a father…not even your own mother..
Dad, I missed you on the first day of high school.
Dad, I missed you on my 21st birthday…
Dad, I missed you the most the day I got married…
I will always feel a piece of me missing, there’s not a day that goes by that I don’t think about you.
I wish I got to know you a bit better, I wish we had more time to spend together. I wish we could of laughed a bit longer, cuddled a bit more but most of all I wish you could have stayed a bit longer…
As they say, Life goes on and I’m supposed to move on but how do I pretend like everything is fine when your birthday comes? How do I not feel uncomfortable on father’s day?
I miss your laugh, your smile, the way you used to hold me and say everything is going to be okay.
Memories is all I have… I will treasure the days we spent and tell my daughter about the time we shared.
I pray wherever you are, you’re in peace. I pray that we will get to meet once again just so I can say goodbye. Will I ever be able to say goodbye?!
Dad… I love you… And I always will.
Happy Father’s Day…
A poem that pretty sums up whats on my mind today:
You never said I’m leaving
You never said goodbye
You were gone before I knew it,
And only God knew why
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried
If Love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died
In Life I loved you dearly
In death I love you still
In my heart you hold a place,
That no one could ever fill
It broke my heart to lose you,
But you didn’t go alone
For part of me went with you,
The day God took you home.