my dad

it's been exactly 3 years since my dad breathed his last and gave up his spirit...i was with him when it happened, and i will never forget that night for as long as i live...i never knew the meaning of the word 'loss' until that night and in the days and weeks and months that followed...even now, 3 whole years later, i still ache for him...sometimes it all seems like a dream, and it doesn't seem possible that my dad is really gone, and it's only in my dreams still quite frequently (at least once a week) that he IS alive and with me...

sometimes, when i look at cadence, i think that i must be seeing her the way my daddy saw me, and now i can imagine just how much he loved me...i know he would have totally absolutely and hopelessly fallen in love with her...i think that even now, he must be looking down and watching over her...how could he resist?

someday, it will be my privilege to tell my daughter about the grandpa she never met...his story is one worth telling and retelling for generations to come...