Sunday was my dad's birthday. He would have been 59 this year. He died 10 years ago from Leukemia. I miss him all the time. My dad was the type of person that got along with everyone. People loved him. He was funny, smart, caring, compassionate, fun-loving, very hug-gable, life-of-the-party, every body's friend and confidante (especially mine). He was my best friend. I could talk to him about pretty much everything.
I don't have that person anymore. I am trying to let God be the one that I tell everything to, and go to with all my problems or exciting news. It's just not always the same. Even though I know God loves me just as much as my dad, and that he can reach down and rap his arms around me, I can't actually feel his arms. I can't just fall into his arms and let him hold me tight. And even though God can give me advice for my troubles, I can't always hear him or I don't always listen. At least not like when your dad sits you down and you are forced to listen. Don't get me wrong, God can get his message across one way or another. I am sure that any of you that has lost a parent can relate to what I am trying to say.
My comfort is knowing my dad is in heaven watching over us, and that we will be together again one day. I bet he is getting a kick out of his grandchildren. Those boys would have brought him such joy. Sorry to be such a downer.
I love you dad, and miss you always.
