It hit me like a ton of bricks.
I was watching our girls dance around the living room to some of their favorite songs – they were having so much fun.
And then out of nowhere it hit me.
A wave of sadness I haven’t felt in months.
I miss my dad
I lost all control and started to cry. It’s devastating to know he’ll never be in the room with us again, watching our kids enjoying life.
I know, he’s here in presence, but it’s not the same.
I miss his smile, I miss his laughter, I miss watching him roll around on the ground with our girls.
Caroline, the sweet soul that she is, noticed I was crying and came over and asked if they were happy tears.
Of course, I said yes because I don’t want her to feel my sadness, but I think she knew what was really going on.
So, she asked me to play Pop Pop’s favorite song “Don’t Stop Believin’” and we all sang along to it and embraced the moment.
Amelia went over to the picture we have of my dad in the kitchen, points to it and says, “awwww.”
I lost it again
I really miss my dad, all the time, but sometimes it just hits me like a ton of bricks.
It’s usually moments like these, where I wish I could share all the happiness and joy with him.
When his favorite song was over, they wanted to take a picture to send to Pop Pop in heaven.
Dad, we all miss you down here