Sometimes you come across something and it takes your breath away...
Nov 3, 2004
"HI KITTEN . I AM IN YOUR ROOM ( old one ) THINKING OF YOU AND LO AND BEHOLD I FOUND YOU ON MY E MAIL . ITS KIND OF STRANGE TALKING TO YOU THIS WAY. IT MAKES IT SEEM LIKE YOU ARE SO FAR AWAY. I GUESS THAT MEANS I MISS YOU SO VERY MUCH. THIS ROOM IS EMPTY IN MORE WAYS THEN ONE . LOVE DADDY."
That was written a few days after Matt and I had moved in together. I can't begin to explain how much it means to me to have this email. It has been 8 years since my dad has passed. Eight. Long Years.
There is not a day that goes by I don't think about my dad. Sometimes it's a fleeting moment, sometimes a little longer. I know how proud he would be of me, my mom, of my siblings and all his grandchildren. There are so many times I know he would have loved to been at special events, baseball games, dance recitals; all the things he never missed.
As I type this, Ryan reminds me , "Mom, I bet you Poppy is watching you write this right now." I know he is so right.
My heart will never be whole but it will always be full.
I love you Daddy.
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