I miss you. You’ve been gone almost 32 years now, so you’d think I’d be used to it. But some days, I just really miss having a daddy around.
I want you to know that I love you. It wasn’t always easy being your daughter. There were times it was downright hard. But there were also times that were joyful and wondrous. I remember how Becky and I would run up to you and maul you when you’d get home from work. Sometimes we’d hide in the kitchen to try and scare you to death when you walked in the door. BOO! How sweet that you indulged us.
I remember how you’d bring us home surprises. Just little treats to make us smile. You know I now ask the hubby (though sometimes he just does it on his own) to bring me home a surprise. It reminds me so much of you.
I remember taking Daddy Foot Rides where you’d let me sit on your big foot, wrap my arms around your leg, and you’d drag me all over the house.
I remember being so proud of you when you stopped drinking.
I remember how much happier everything became when you were baptized.
I remember how awful it was to get the news you’d been shot in the head.
I remember how horrible it was to watch you live on a ventilator for 3 days.
I remember how kind the nurses were; how loving their hands were.
I remember knowing that one day I’d see you again in Heaven.
Over the years, I’ve often not done naughty things (think sex, drugs and rock-n-roll) because I knew you were up there, looking down on me. I wanted you to be proud.
Over the years, I’ve missed having my big strong Daddy there to cry on, laugh with and be escorted down the aisle by.
Over the years, I’ve become a strong, proud, independent woman because being your daughter helped me see how important that is.
Over the years, I’ve discovered that I am like you in so many ways. Mom says I get my love of muscle cars, fast driving and cussing from you. I love that.
If you had lived I have no doubt that I’d still be a virgin wearing baggy turtlenecks and skirts down to my ankles everyday, as no boy would ever have been good enough and you’d have scared the life out of any man that tried. I’m sure that even up in Heaven you were chagrined when I married the exact man you told me to stay away from. “Don’t bring any of those long-haired hippies home!” Well, I married two of them. A girl’s gotta rebel a little. I know you’d love my sweet hubby though, Daddy. He treats me like a princess. You’d be proud to call him, “Son.”
I miss you Daddy. While I’m not looking to go to Heaven any time in the near future, I sure hope it’s you who greets me when that blessed day does happen. It’s been too long since I’ve seen your handsome face.
I love you. Happy Daddy’s Day.
Your little girl, always…