We finally stopped by the cemetery when we were home last week to put some flowers out for you. I know it’s the first time we’ve been back since we buried you. In all honesty, I’ve avoided it because I knew it would be so painful. Whenever I drive by I pretend you aren’t gone, not in that cemetery at all but just up the hill at the house. But visiting the house is hard too, I want to see you open the door again…to see you smiling and so happy to see us. I want one more of your bear hugs that lasts forever. I miss you so much and I think of you nearly every day and still seeing a picture of you brings me to tears. I just don’t know that my heart will ever be the same. Love you
Notes to my DadMy father fell ill April 2013 and passed away on Father's Day 2013. I still have so much I didn't get to say to him. I created this blog to help me cope with his death by recording all the things I wish I could have said to him. Never take your family for granted. Never stay mad over silly things. One day they will be gone and wishing you had done things differently is the worst feeling.
April 2015 my stepdad, Kenny, contracted pneumonia, in August he passed away. In two years time I've lost both of my dads. I was so lucky to have to wonderful fathers.