I have written about my Daddy before on this blog. You can read about it Here. He will never be Dad. Always Daddy. I grew up in such a happy home. My parents are honestly the best.
Growing up I always knew my Daddy was older but never really thought much about it. I remember when I was 7 it hit me that he may pass away before all my friends' dads would. It got me scared and worried. I worried from then on about him passing away. He was my Daddy and I wanted him to stay around forever.
Then in October he went for his normal check up and was told that he had pneumonia and was admitted into the hospital. I remember him looking "fine." He even was laughing because he couldn't believe he was admitted. Day after day Daddy went down hill. On December 19th I watched him take his last breath. My Daddy was a fighter and I know he didn't want to leave us. I wasn't ready for him to go. All I could keep thinking was "what are we going to do without him?"
But, we are making it. It has been a little over seven months and we are still standing. I have my moments and I would give anything for a hug or even have him ask me to give him a back rub (which I hated doing...he was so picky)
My husband calls me spoiled all the time and says how much I act like my Daddy. That's the best complement anyone can give me...that I am like him.
There are always going to be bumps in the road. Death is a bump we all have to deal with. I hated losing my Daddy, but what helps me get through is that he is in such a better place than we are. Death is Life and I know he is in heaven rocking my little angel.