I’m forever grateful that I have some of my dad’s voicemails saved to my phone. The messages are perfectly mundane and range from asking if I any baking soda to letting me know where he parked my car but on incredibly hard days it’s comforting to listen to them.
There’s far too many to count.
But what I know for sure is that I miss how he loved.
He’s one of the few people who actually *saw* me, and encouraged me to love myself as much as he did.
Me too, but my dad would be completely broken seeing what's become of the country he served, loved, harbored his immigrant parents and believed was fundamentally good. I weep for what we've become, but find solace he isn't here to see it despite missing him terribly. ✌️ & ♥️
I hate Feb. for this very reason. So many memories of his last day, my dog coming to live with me and my kids that week to help us feel better, my dog dying last week 12 years to the day we lost my dad. It's a terrible month for us.
For those of us who were blessed to have fathers who were fully present... their absence in the physical pulls at the soul in a way that really makes you take pause. It's the love...that's the pull...that's eternal. I say this as a "Daddy'Girl"who is still grieving my Dad's recent passing. Sending🫶🏾
Permission to do a shot for yours and all the trusted adults that gave us the tools and the compass and what they could before they headed to the next adventure?
Nobody will ever replace him, so that makes it hard to deal with that grief. You don't really recover from it so much as you learn to live with the scar. I'm sorry, I hope you can find some comfort in memories you have of him
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Hope you find comfort today 💜
But what I know for sure is that I miss how he loved.
He’s one of the few people who actually *saw* me, and encouraged me to love myself as much as he did.
Thinking of you 🧡