Missed my Dad today. It's been 3 years since he died and special events are still bitter sweet for me. Went to church today and heard others speak of their Dads and I couldn't stop the tears.
Last week I thought about him a lot in relation to my child growing in me. When my Dad died I didn't feel like having children. I know it was part of the grief but it took me a long time to think about trying again. Whenever I pictured my children they were not with me or myles but sitting on my Dad's lap giggling as he bounced them up and down pulling faces at them.
I imagined them playing games with my Dad like he use to do with us. My Dad was many things - when it came to children he was so full of fun and mischief. Now my son will be born and he will never experience my Dad's love except through myles and me. I will pour so much love into him and tell him about his Grand-father who loved to play just like his mum and dad.
I know he's with the LORD having the time of his life. And still i wish he was with me. Selfish i know but I never really got a chance to spoil him. Yes I was a good daughter and helped carry some of his load. But it's nothing compared to the love he poured into my life, to the lessons he taught me.
One day we will meet again.
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thanks claire bear! Not only am I glad to hear words of wisdom from you, but also great to know you're checking our website. You have great timing!
have an awesome week!
ps baby is kicking more and more now.
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