Father's Day

It's been 24 years since my daddy passed away and yes time does allow the heartache and pain to subside.  What time doesn't allow is for the yearning to go away.  The yearning to have my daddy hold my hand, the yearning to have my daddy give me the big bear hugs he was so good at, the yearning to hear his voice, to see his face, to smell his cologne, to get his advice, to watch him love my children, and to know the peace that came with knowing he was my rock!

We have had such a quiet Father's Day today that it has given me more time than I care to have to miss him and to long for just one more second with him!  Father's Day was always so special with him.  We would get up and go to church, he would wear a rose on his coat lapel ...always a red rose.  A rose that picked out of my parent's yard and it wasn't just a ritual on Father's Day but every Sunday that his roses were blooming.  I can see him now going outside to pick the perfect rose to wear. 

He tolerated and sometimes even loved the gifts we would give him - typical of most fathers I think.  One thing I knew for sure is that no matter what material gift I gave him the most precious gift was just loving him and spending time with him.  And I loved spending time with him.  I always wanted his approval and I always wanted to make him proud.  I pray that I have become a woman he would be proud of, a mother he would be proud of and a grandmother he would be proud of. 

If I could have one more second with him on this side of heaven, just hearing his voice would be enough.  I love you daddy and miss you so much!