Today is my Dad’s birthday. He passed away almost 9 years ago. Not all that long before he died (he was ill and knew time wasn’t on his side) he told me he didn’t care if I was married or not, but that he’d really like to have a grandchild before he died.
My Dad loved kids. Babies, toddlers, middle schoolers. He even liked teenagers. He was a teacher, coach, mentor and protector of any child in need.
I so dearly wish he was here today to celebrate the gift I couldn’t give him when he asked me too, all those years ago.
And it so breaks my heart to know that Bubble will never have the pleasure to know him.
There’s one thing I know that makes me smile – through the resurfacing of all the grief. If he was here, having a bbq on my deck, sitting with my husband, talking about the Bubble. When he caught me alone he’d put his arm around me and say “You done good Kiddo. You done good.”
Well Dad, on your Birthday I have to say I never would have done or been anything good without you.
And I miss you very much.