I'm not totally sure why I've been so sentimental the past few days. Maybe its too much benadryl for this stupid cold . At any rate, I'm trying to focus today.
March 4, 2011. Exactly one week until the day I turn 27. While some people in my life are verging on total mental breakdown due to pending change of age bracket; I seem to be increasing my gratitude for the events of my last few years.
It's amazing to me that I can go for weeks without thinking about my dad then all at once I'm a puddle with grief over his absence. yes, this week has been particularly difficult in regards to him. Although, something new is happening. I will spend a short amount of time aching for his company but it is now usually followed by an ever so quiet feeling of his joy and love. It's he's (both important "He" in my life) saying he is proud of me and he (they) love me. My life looks nothing like I thought it would while dad was still here. However, I somehow feel like he would be supremely proud of where I am. That makes my day.
So today, one week before the day he first held me and told me how much he loved me, I am feeling all of that love and affection all over again. Today is a good day.
so how bout a quick job down memory lane?
I LOVE YOU DAD!!
