Tomorrow is the third anniversary of my dad's passing. I was hoping to get through Halloween this year without the sadness creeping in. Wishful thinking. I can't help but replay that day and the weeks before over and over in my head.
I held his hand all morning, told him I loved him and that it was OK to go. As he took his last shallow and labored breath the panic set in and I thought, did we do enough, did we make the right choices, could we have fought harder, does he know I am here and that he is not alone.
I get it I now daddy, I understand everything now that I have children of my own. I am sorry it took me so long to see it and that I didn't get the chance to tell you. I love you and miss you every.
I held his hand all morning, told him I loved him and that it was OK to go. As he took his last shallow and labored breath the panic set in and I thought, did we do enough, did we make the right choices, could we have fought harder, does he know I am here and that he is not alone.
I get it I now daddy, I understand everything now that I have children of my own. I am sorry it took me so long to see it and that I didn't get the chance to tell you. I love you and miss you every.
