On January 12, we took my dad home from the hospital to stay with us. Exactly 3 months later, God took him to his eternal home in heaven.
I miss my dad. He always had a song in his heart and a story to tell. At 85 years old, that's a lot of stories. I wish I could hear another one.
I miss my dad. He drove me crazy. I wish he was here to drive me crazier.
I miss my dad. He was always so kind and never met a stranger. I wish I was more kind.
I miss my dad. He had a smile most of the time. I wish I could smile more.
I miss my dad. He was so generous, he would give you his last dollar. I wish I were that generous.
I miss my dad. He was so grateful and said thank you all the time. I wish I were more grateful.
I miss my dad. He was strong in his faith. I wish I was that strong.
I miss my dad. But I know he is in a better place and some day I will see him again.
Love you to the moon and back
Gingerbread Girl!
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