My father was always there for me my entire life until his ended around 4 years ago. He is missed very much. He and my grandmother who passed roughly a year before him were two of the closest people to me. My father when I was a kid was silly, and goofy but sometimes he couldn’t hold his temper. He would apologize later but the damage was already done. He taught me how to ride a bike, how to have fun in general, but also when to be serious, he taught me how to swim, how to walk, how to be a kind person but also not take shit from no one. He loved me more than I’ll ever know all his co-workers told me so. After he died there was countless posts on his page saying prayers for his daughter, she was the center of his world. I really was. When I was younger, he had me thinking that his cigarette lighter was a turbo button. I was always a daddy’s girl. He taught me how to fish and how to take the hook out of the fish’s mouth. He died at 44 years old of a heart attack the last time I saw him he had no pulse. He was sitting in my grandma’s chair and the police officer put his fingers to his neck and said no pulse and at that moment I fainted and woke up with my cousin holding me, he apparently caught me. I was devastated and I pray to God I never have to go through that pain again. The phrase “Time heals all wounds” is not exactly true. It eases the wounds but the whole in my heart won’t heal. God gave me my sign when my grandma passed away. I saw a angel cloud in the sky when I opened my eyes from crying laying in the swing that was hers. With my dad a week went by and I became a little angry with God because I wanted my sign. Then my mom took me shopping in Danville V.A. to get my mind off of everything. On our way back there were sun rays coming through a cloud shaped like a heart and when I was younger he used to sing you are my sunshine to me. I had y sign and I thanked my God for it. (Pic of Cloud and heart shape included in this post). His birthday is this Saturday and Father’s Day is Sunday.
Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful Fathers out there!
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I should not have read this at school, makes me sad. I also lost my father about 4 years ago. No matter how young or old they are, you can never be prepared for this type of loss. After my father died, I would see things that reminded me of my dad. The signs are always around us, sometimes we have to stop looking so hard.
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Ohh… I’m so sorry. Yeah he loved Duke and he always dipped Copenhagen. He also used to me on his shoulders when I was a little girl and anytime I see that with a daddy and daughter it hits me hard. But you are right about the looking thing.
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Jessica this was such a sweet, heartfelt read. Thank you for sharing a part of your story with every one. Your dad will always be with you in spirit, I wish you the best with your journey of healing in these difficult times.
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Thank you. I appreciate it! See you tomorrow.
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