Happy Birthday Old Man. ♥️♥️
For the first time in my life, I can’t picture my daddy at the age he would be today. I thought that meant I was losing another piece of him. Maybe it means something else entirely. Maybe two things can be true: I can miss the hell out of him and finally let him rest.
To the Girl who Misses Her Dad
When you grow up with a father who was present and steady, who was somehow both your safest place and your strictest teacher, you move through life differently. You are not just grieving a person. You are grieving a voice, a presence, a way of being loved that made the world feel more secure.