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.
I wrote this post after visiting my grandmother over a year ago. At the time the doctors gave her 6-8 weeks to live, but it was over a year later, this past Wednesday, that she went home to Jesus. I’m missing her, but I know she is at peace. She is now in the heavenly home where she belongs, along with my father and the other family members we have lost along the way.
My 28th birthday is one I will never forget. I had a phenomenal evening out with some of my closest friends, but once I was home for the night a bit of sadness set in.
You see, my father had been battling non-Hodgkins lymphoma for over a year, and at this point he was too weak to call me for my birthday. Every year, on Nov. 14th, he made me feel like the most special person in the world, but this time was different. This time he was fighting for his life.
I was constantly told that I smile like him, and that’s one compliment I’m always grateful to receive.
His smile could light up any room, and bring the best out of anyone. It beamed with genuine joy and love, and your frown had no place to stay if he was in your presence. He was quick to flash his pearly whites to any camera that was aimed in his direction…and even a few that weren’t! 😉
He taught me how to pose with the best of them, but no matter what, he was my favorite picture partner.
He now spends his days in Heaven, where I know his countenance reflects the happiness and peace that comes with praising Our Mighty Lord. I sometimes cry when I think of this, but not out of sadness or disappointment. I shed tears over the goodness of God and the certainty of our reunion in Eternity. I smile because as much as my daughter looks like her father, she has my smile. The smile of her Grandpa John.
For this I am thankful, and my smiles..our smiles…will never cease!!
ARE YOU SMILING?!! 🙂 🙂
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” 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.