Missing My Daddy...

Today is the 28th Anniversary of my dad's death.

I can't even believe he's been gone for almost 30 years.

That doesn't stop me from missing him - or thinking about him.

My dad was the best!
Very laid back - a self proclaimed Hippie.  Someone everyone loved.

I was "Daddy's Little Girl."

As Easter rolls around every year, my dad comes closer and closer to heart and mind.

I begin to have that familiar pang of heart ache realizing I won't ever see him again on this plane.  I reflect upon my childhood with my dad and my adulthood without him.

There are so many things he wasn't here to experience with me.  Times when I missed him so much more. The heart breaks when I needed to cry on my daddy's shoulder and have him tell me that I was too good for that boy anyway.  When I married my husband & when I was blessed with my children. I miss him being here.

Many times I was feeling down and longed to hear my dad's voice telling me that he's proud of me & that I can do it!  That I'm kind, smart and beautiful & hear him say how much he loves his little girl.

My dad was always my biggest cheerleader.  No matter what I was doing - he was sure that I'd be the best at it.  Whether I was or not.  He was always sure to encourage me and make me feel like I was the best of everything.  Whatever I did, he beamed with pride & told not just me - but everyone how wonderful I was.  He truly lifted me up and made me feel special and important.

So on this day, Daddy - I tell you that I miss you every single day.  You're in my heart, you're in my soul and I love you.

May the Lord hold you in the palm of His hand and keep you.

With all my love,
Your Little Girl (All Grown Up)

Thank you for reading my blog!

~Jenn