I have been dreading tomorrow for the whole month of January. Well, for the past year, actually. Tomorrow marks the one year anniversary of the day my dad died. It was the worst day of my life! And the closer we get to the anniversary, the harder it is.
It’s been a tough year, missing him. He was the best dad! He worked hard to provide for us kids. There will never be another like him.
His passing was a blessing, I understand that now. He suffers no more. He’s happy. He’s healthy. He can eat and drink what he likes, as much as he likes. He can spend time with those he loves who are there with him. And, he can spend time with those of us still here. I feel his presence frequently. He is at peace. And, for that, I am grateful.
I love you, Dad, and I miss you!