Happy 14th Father’s Day in heaven, daddy.
14 years. That doesn’t even seem possible. I even had to double check to see if my calculations were right. It can’t be that long ago, because it feels like yesterday that you left us way too soon.
You didn’t even get to see me grow up. You didn’t get to see the little 6 year old girl you left behind grow into who she is now. I remember looking back at pictures of the day I was born. You were holding me and crying your eyes out because you couldn’t believe I was your baby girl. Then I came across a picture of us at Disney World (as you know this was our favorite place). I was about 4 years old and you had me on your lap in one of the old character house replicas. We were smiling and happy as can be, just because we were together. I miss your smile.
I miss your hugs and kisses and the way you smelled when you’d scoop me up in your arms. I miss your voice and the way you used to do goofy dance moves with us in the yard. I miss riding the John Deere Gator with you and sitting outside with you while you worked on your old yellow camero that we loved taking rides in so much.
But most of all, I missed you at my 18th birthday and when I graduated high school. I missed you at every father daughter dance and Father’s Day luncheon, and all those dance recitals you couldn’t attend. Most of all I missed you at my wedding. You weren’t able to give me away to the man of my dreams like I’m sure you always thought you would.
Every Father’s Day gets harder and harder knowing that you aren’t here. I hate that you won’t know your grandchildren and they will never get to know their grandpa. I hate that you aren’t here to support me and pray for me through everything I go through.
I know God had a reason and a plan for your death, but it still doesn’t make it easier. There’s not a day that goes by when I don’t miss you or wish you were here. Thankfully though, God has comforted me so much through these years and I would be in the grave without Him. Your death rocked my world but I didn’t completely crash because He was always with me. Even in the short six years I knew you, you taught me that God loves me so much and that He always knows best, even when I think I know better. Thank you for preparing me for your death even when you didn’t know you were.
I love you daddy, and I miss you so much. I hope you’re having the best day in heaven.
Love always, your daughter.
Are you grieving your father on this Father’s Day? Remember that God loves you, and He is near to the broken hearted. All you have to do is reach out. Leave your prayer requests in the comments!