Two years ago I received the heart breaking news that my daddy had passed away. I was out in the "Big City" with my cute little family, enjoying a weekend of fun. I texted my dad this picture...
His response was LOL. That was the last response I would ever receive from my dad. Half an hour later my grandmother called and said that he had been in a horrible accident, and I needed to call the hospital. After 45 minutes of trying to figure out if I needed to make the 2 hour drive to where he was, or if the would be sending him to Salt Lake, I finally got the nurse to tell me. I remember him saying, "are you alone." I collapsed on my moms driveway. My dad was not a perfect man, but he was the perfect dad for me. The next few days, and months are a blur. I only have one memory of that time. I was in the shower sobbing and pleading that I could have my dad back. I remember thinking, this is going to kill me. I had struggled with depression in the past. I knew that I wouldn't be able to survive this. I had such a peaceful feeling, and heard my dad's voice. I don't remember exactly what I heard, but he comforted me, and told me that he would always be with me. When I felt called to adopt a second time, my dad was the person that supported me. He said, "I don't know anyone that could love another child more than you sweetheart." When I wanted to play club volleyball in High School, and it was a 2 hour drive each way, twice a week for practices, he committed to making sure I would make it to practice. That man had a hard shell, but he would have done, or given anything for his children. I am a day late on this post, but all of yesterday and this morning I have thought about all of the wonderful men I have had in my life. All of the examples of what a father should be. I wanted to make sure that I took the time to thank all of them. The weight of being a father is one that does not go unnoticed, but sometimes is taken for granted. Thank you to all of the amazing father out there!!!
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