The reason that last year's Father's Day is so fresh in my head is because we were given a suggestion at church to write a letter to our Father's. I was to tell him him how much I appreciate him, how much I am sorry for all I did growing up, how much I love him, etc. It was a tearful mess. It was a tearful mess because I understood what I was saying but I am not so sure he understood (I know he knows what I was trying to say that day now).
I know that I am never alone with him. I know that he is always with me. I know that he is in every beat of my heart even when I face struggles, challenges,- and the unknown. I know that his love will always follow me and stay with me...it is never goodbye. It is only see you later (as Christian would say).
However, sometimes I feel that I am losing him. I can't do that already right...it's too soon? I want to remember the good times with him and the fun memories; however, sometimes those are slipping away. Alot of the times I think about him in the nursing home or in the coffin and those are NOT the memories I want of him. So, I thought that I would make a memory post of him and I for Father's Day. Of course, my brain will not allow me to remember all the wonderful memories/times that Daddy and I shared together. So, as I think of them I will add too it. When I feel him slipping away or want to share memories with Christian (or my other children) I will return to this post.
- I was named after my daddy...Donna for Don.
- My first word was Da Da.
- Daddy helped me distroy my 1st birthday cake. I was unsure and did not know what to do so he finally just put my hand in the cake.
- People always told me that I looked him when I was growing up.
- We both had a BIG love for Carolina football. Tailgating was the most fun (starting tailgating and going to games when I was about 4 years old...still go to this day).
- He was my softball coach when I played little league.
- He use to get on me when I came off the base to catch the ball at first base. He wanted me to do a split (I was a gymnast) to catch that ball. No excuses for coming off that base. SMILE!
- Whenever I needed/wanted something (money, spend the night, a toy, etc.), I would go and sit on his lap and give him a big hug and say "daddy I love you." He would then look at me and say "what do you want."
- He was there to tell my first date that he was a BIG, mean, son of a ________ and to have me home by 10:00.
- He was there when my first date brought me home at 10:05...it was not a pretty sight. SMILE!
- He was my cheerleader when I placed second in the Lexington High School pagent. He was so proud/excited of/for me.
- After a long day at work, I was always there to give him a back massage.
- He danced (slow and shagged) with me at all the weddings that we went to. My favorite moments.
- He danced with me at my high school graduation party to "Butterfly Kisses". It was a BIG surprise...right in the middle of our backyard, in the middle of the volleyball game.
- He was always there to kill those spiders (indoors and outdoors) for me.
- He was there to watch me walk across the stage to get my high school diploma.
- He was there when I cried on his shoulder and told him that I was sooooooo ready to find the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. He told me I would and to just give it time. A few months later, I found Shaun.
- He was there to watch me graduate from college to get my undergrad.
- He was there when Shaun asked for my hand in marriage. He could not have been happier. He always like Shaun.
- He was there to walk me down the aisle and dance with me to "Butterfly Kisses."
- During our dance he asked me if I was happy. I told him I couldn't be more happier. He told me, if I was happy...he was happy.
- "Butterfly Kisses" is our song.
- He was always there to cheer me on in all the things that I did throughout my life.
- He was there to hold Christian when he was born.
I'll love you forever,
I'll like you for always.
As long as I'm living,
1 comment:
I'm so glad you had a good relationship with your dad, Donna. Love, Ms. Gail
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