If I could be a butterfly and fly far, far away. This refers to one of my fav lines in Forrest Gump and it’s how I feel lately.
Today’s my first Father’s Day without my sweet, sweet daddy. What I would do to turn back the clock to see him again. It’s only been six months, yet it seems like an eternity. Silly things like driving to get a milkshake at Sonic or joking around my dining room table while he works a crossword puzzle stick out in my head the most. One time we camped out in my parents’ extra bedroom and watched TV all night while mom rocked our then baby C. And as I stood in the candy shop last week on vacation with hundreds of candies around me, I glanced directly in front of me to find his fav old-fashioned peanut butter bars (I bought one). It’s amazing how God is always showing me he’s watching over me.
I still picture him in front of me clear as day, his voice friendly and joking, laughing. And when I’m in trouble or don’t know what to do, it’s my daddy’s voice I hear clearly saying, “it’s gonna be ok, little girl.”
He always knew how to cheer me up and had the best sense of humor. I now see my son in him so much, and I think it was God’s blessing. He is God’s blessing.
I used to make all of my dad’s cards until I got older, and I found this one.
Oh, how I wish he was here to hug me right now. Until we meet again in heaven, I’ll be remembering every bit of the sweet time we had together on earth.
I encourage you to hug your dad today and say I love you because you never know when it might be your last. I’m thankful those were my very last words to mine.