Bittersweet

Father's day...
A little bittersweet for me. I had to do a lot to keep my mind off my own problems and to keep it a special day for my husband. I miss my dad. I miss his voice, his advice, his hugs, his craziness, his complete understanding of life, the way he could help me see things in a way that made me smile, the way that he looked at my son and so many other reasons that I would need to write for days. We, as humans, have a tendency to really take things in life for granted. Our parents and them being there for everything forever is one thing. You have no idea how much I would love to pick up the phone and call my dad, just to say hi. Or how much I wish I would come home one day to one of his famous doorstep packages on my porch. Or how I wish I could see the look on his face when he sees my daughter. My dad looked the happiest I've ever seen him the day my son was born. The look in his eyes was incomparable to any before. When I think about my dad, that's what I see. How happy and proud he was. I just try to remember the good, but some days it's really hard to get past the bad. But really it's not bad to hurt... I've come to terms with that. Some days I just cry...