He just turned 48 when he left my mom, sisters, and me. The day he died is forever embedded in my memory. What I seem to forgot is what his voice sounded like or how a hug felt from him. I wished he could have been with us when we played sports, graduated, got married, had babies and lived our lives. I wish we had one more moment.
I believe he was and is watching over us. He has to be. He wouldn't want to miss out on anything. I believe that he is happy that our family is close. He probably would want us to get together more. I heard he liked a good party. I am glad that my sisters and mom are getting together tomorrow night at my dad's high school hangout. I wish I could be there too. Hopefully they remember old times and tell stories.
Girls and boys, have pizza and drink beer. Dad would want it that way. Laugh and talk. Remember and make memories. When you say "goodbye" don't forget to hug each other. Please remember what it feels like. Keep the moment alive.
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Your Dad is watching from heaven above. ALWAYS.
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