8 Years
Tuesday, June 14, 2011 at 09:00AM
Dad as a Badass Marine
Today it has been 8 years since my dad passed away.
I still resent the fact that he only got to be a grandpa to my twins for one, brief weekend.
I still wear his USMC t-shirt and sweatshirt when I need to feel him close.
I still remember the feel of his hand that I held during his very last breaths.
Dad doing his 'mojo' dance at my wedding
I have his "cankles", his sense of humor, and his mad dancing skillz.
My daughters each have a 'look' they do when they are being silly and I have to do a double-take to make sure it isn't him.
He still comes to me sometimes in my dreams to let me know he's ok, that he's in a good place, that we will be reunited some day.
I still wake up from those dreams with and empty feeling and burst into tears.
Eight years ago today
I realized how precious life is.
I stopped sweating the small stuff.
But I also expreienced true regret - wishing I had said, done, been
more.
The first and only time he held the Twofer, a week before he died. Happy early Father's Day Dad.
Miss you forever and always.
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Reader Comments (2)
Oh sweetheart <3 <3 <3 <3
I'm so sorry, Janine. My dad died almost nine years ago, and I know no matter how old you are when it happens, losing a parent just wrenches your gut. This is a beautiful tribute (I love the picture of him dancing at your wedding!). Looks like he was a wonderful guys - my heart goes out to you.
Lisa