Today was the first Father’s Day without my Daddy. It has been extremely hard on me. I miss him so much. I still feel like I’m in shock or something. Sometimes it doesn’t feel real and then it just hits me like a ton of bricks. And sometimes I realize that I’m so worried about my mom and my sister that I’m not letting myself be sad for me. In that sense, I’m holding my emotions in, which isn’t good.
I am so grateful that my Daddy loved my husband and my husband loved my Daddy. They were buddies. I pray that my Daddy’s short-lived influence on him will continue on. I pray that my husband will grow into the kind of daddy mine was. The best.