This Christmas is the 27th year anniversary of Daddy's passing, and it still feels like yesterday.
I have struggled through the teen years, married, had four boys, and struggled through adulthood. Today, I am thirty-seven years old, and I still feel the pain of losing my Daddy at the age of ten. People say the pain gets easier to deal with as time goes by, and it does. However, when opening my Christmas gifts, watching my kids open their gifts, cooking Christmas dinner and watching the football game; I can not help but be reminded of the years I had, and the years I have lost with my Dad in my life.
My dad adopted me when I was just three years old. He promised to love me and take care of me, and then fate took him from our lives too early. He will always be remembered for the great, generous, loving, humorous, and devoted father and husband which he was!
Remember your missing loving ones this year, not with melancholy, but with joy. Joy for the time they were here with you. Joy for the memories they gave you, and the love. Remember the good times, no matter how FLEETING that time was.
God bless you all, and Have a Very Merry Christmas.
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I remember when he died. I remember trying to think of ways to comfort you, but I was a kid too and I didn't know what to say. :hugs:
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