This marks the first year I don’t call my dad on Father’s Day to thank him for being in my life.
I miss our speedy conversations about life and spirituality; about gardening and about dreaming.
I miss that so much.
I miss hearing him tell me that… none of this really matters.
I miss him fussing over me. I miss his touch on my hand and his smile… the smile that meant everything will be okay.
I know we all leave… when we leave I don’t know.
Why we’re here, I don’t know.
I do know one thing, while I am here… I sure would have wanted him around a bit longer for me to enjoy his peace. It seemed that growing up, all I saw was his struggle. I really wanted to see him living his Joy and hearing his stories.
Daisy Says: Happy Father’s Day.
