Two years ago today, I received the worst call of my life – my dad went into cardiac arrest and passed away several minutes later. I knew my dad had been very sick for the last 2 years but the news that I lost him was still a total shock and was undoubtedly the darkest day of my life. I remember sitting on the floor of my living room crying my eyes out. I remember crying as soon as I got into bed for several nights after he passed away. I lost my biggest supporter, the person that loved me totally unconditionally all of my life. People say it gets easier, and it does, but the pain never goes away. There will forever be a void in my heart. Two years later, it still hurts, but I am also much more thankful now. Thankful that I saw my dad and talked to him the day before he passed away. Thankful that I was able to tell him I loved him one last time. Thankful that I now have 33 years worth of memories of my time spent with him. Thankful that I can still remember the sound of his voice clear as day in my head. Thankful that I have a voicemail saved from him of him telling me that he loved me, as does my sister.
There is no question that I miss my dad and think about him every single day. I miss being able to call him, watch TV with him, tell him about things going on in my life, hearing his voice, his cooking, him calling me just to ask what was new and how I was (even though he was the one that was so sick).
There is honestly no one else in the world that I would have rather had as my dad.
I love you, Daddy and will for the rest of my life. XOXO
This is a video that I made in memory of my dad shortly after he passed away: