My Daddy

19 years ago today, Mom and I stood at his hospital bedside and I told him it was ok to go if he was ready. My voice quivered as I whispered in his left ear. One single tear snuck out of his left eye and down his cheek until it dropped onto my hand that was on his left shoulder.

I told Dad that we would miss him every single day. And we did. I still do.

Today that missing is over for Mom. They have been reunited for a little over 3 weeks now. My missing has only doubled in size. Not only am I missing Daddy, I’m missing Mom, too. I try to imagine what their reunion was like. In my minds eye I see smiles, laughter and hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. Oh how I miss their hugs.

My Daddy’s hugs were big bear hugs that would wrap you in warm safety. Mom’s hugs were tender, warm and long. Oh to feel those hugs again.

So, today is another first without Mom. I hope to make it through this one. I’m struggling through.
Peace and Blessings to you and yours!

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