I Confess…I’m Angry That You Left Me

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6 years.

It’s been 6 years since I touched your skin or gazed upon your face. A face I’ve known from birth and one I can no longer see in real time. 

It’s been 6 years since you left, and while I can’t blame you for being ready to reside in your true heavenly home, sometimes I’m simply that little girl who misses her dad and I wish you were here with me.

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My Heavenly Father’s Day

” Good night.  Sleep tight.  Don’t let the bed bugs bite.  Sweet dreams, I love you.”

For as long as I can remember, my father would tuck me into my bed at night and whisper these words in my ear.  When I was too old to be tucked in he stood in my doorway and made sure I heard this sweet expression before drifting off to dreamland.  Every night he wanted to be certain I knew that his princess was on his mind before he went to sleep.  In the mornings he would burst into my room like a cheesy-grinning ray of sunshine and belt out ” RISE AND SHINE AND GREET THE MORNING!  RISE AND SHINE AND GREET THE MORNING!!!”  I, unlike my father, am not a morning person, so I would twist up my face and feign disgust over this joyous morning display.  I would get out of bed only to make him stop, lol, but deep down I knew that my mornings wouldn’t be this wonderful without his production.

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