It’s that time of the year again, Fathers’ Day.
I can’t help the sadness setting in as I wish you were here so I could… So we could do something together. It’s only one day in the year and I don’t understand the fuss really. Still, I wish you were here. I thought about you yesterday, and the other day. Come to think of it, you’ve been on mind a lot lately.
I am growing old, Daddy. You’d think that by now, I would be used to the fact that you are gone, for good. I am not your little girl anymore. I wouldn’t fit on your lap even if you were here, though I’d like that very much. I’ve been thinking, wondering what would be different about my life if you were alive… I’d have loved to ask you about boys, see you go protective and super daddy to anyone who hurts me. Sometimes I wonder where I would be, if I’d know the people I know, doing the things I do. One thing I know for sure, I would still be a daddy’s girl. In a way, I think I am and I miss you so much.
I know you are in a better place, watching out for me. I hope I make you proud, I don’t have much to my name, YET. But I am getting there. It’s just that, it gets so frustrating at times. I get mad when things don’t go my way, when they take their time. And I KNOW it’s all God’s doing. Still…
I wish I could borrow some money from you. Take you out and pay some bills with the change. I wish I could bring a boy home so you could interview him, see if he’s good enough for me. I wish you could help me write this pending report. But mostly, I wish I could hold your hand, watch you smile and then give me some money… 🙂
All I do is wish wish wish and wish you A HAPPY FATHERS’ DAY. May your soul rest in eternal peace.
I love you, always.