The date on the computer sidebar seems to be just flashing in my face. 26...26...2 more days til the 28th.
I really wish someone could understand how I feel. I really wish someone could take away the pain.
It's just not fair.
Yes my hope, trust, & faith is in the Lord...but you know...the Lord 'wept' too!
There are just some times in our lives that are sad, when we are troubled. When no matter how many encouraging words we hear...they just don't/can't make it better.
It's just the memories...it's just the times that we didn't get to spend as a family or father/daughter.
I do have a wonderful life and my mom has been blessed beyond measure with a wonderful husband, Jay who I do love very much.
But all these things don't bring my dad back...they don't allow me to see his face, to hear his voice, to smell his clothes. They don't allow me to hear him tell me to 'keep on'...to 'try harder'...to 'not give up'...to 'do the best that I can'. They don't allow me to laugh with him, to joke with him, to wrestle with him! They don't allow me to take rides in the truck with him, to crank up the music with him to play basketball or tennis with him.
We have so many good memories, and no...don't get me wrong...not all times were 'rosy'...but he was my dad, my 'pusher'...and I was the light in his life.
To be that to someone is just an awesome feeling and I feel like I've lost so much since he's been gone.
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