Wednesday, December 21, 2022
As I sat down to put my thoughts on paper about my Dad what immediately came to mind was what I’d miss most about him. His kind heart, his warm spirit, his funny and goofy sense of humor. I remembered all the things I love about him.
He was and will always be the first man I ever loved (and oh what shoes he left to fill). A noble man who worked hard to provide for his family. Always so honest and giving and just plain GOOD. A man of few words but when he spoke those words were powerful and always true.
When I’d look in his eyes I’d see a reflection of myself, not just because he gave me his beautiful baby blues (thanks Dad!) but because I could connect with what was going on behind the scenes in his head. I am my father’s daughter in so many ways. The contemplating, the analyzing, the dreams of hitting it rich, the worry, the guilt, the love of a beautiful car-I always picked one I thought he’d like, the longing for peace, the joy in the simple things, the reprive from chaos, just wanting things to be “right”. I am him.
When I got the news that he was gone it felt like a part of me was gone too but then as I sat with my thoughts and my tears and my grief I analyzed it-just like he would, and realized he will never be gone because I AM my father’s daughter.
Dad, your hopes and dreams are also mine. That next car I pick out (that will probably be bigger and more extravagant than necessary) I know you’ll love. That pull through parking space will always be mine. When I get that bonus on the Buffalo’s I’ll know it’s you.
To say I loved my Dad would be an understatement. And to say I’m going to miss him would be an even greater understatement. I am so lucky that he passed on so much of himself to me and I will forever be so proud and so honored to be my father’s daughter.
I Love You Dad, Charlene
