Today is the 3rd anniversary of my father’s death. I miss him terribly. I always knew I adored and loved him. I’m glad I told him all that while he was alive. I know that I made him proud while he was alive. He always loved his family. He had the most beautiful, fascinating wife of any man in the room. His children were the smartest, best daughters a man could want. His grandchildren – ah, let him tell you about his phenomenal grandchildren – there were never such pearls. *grin* He was generous, loving, smart, talented, witty, successful. I owe so much of who and what I am to him. Wherever you are Daddy – know that we all love you and miss you and thank you for all you taught us and did for us. You were the best Daddy a girl could want. *hugs*
Daddy, I miss you.
But you’re always in my heart.
I remember you.
I needed to go remember my father today. /me smiles So I put on respectable clothing and headed to shul. I say a huge “Thank you” to my friend Hunter who kept me company. He even found me kipot to wear. *grin* When I daven shacharit I will wear a kipah. The hat simply is overkill for my daily jeans. Thank you again, Hunter. I truly appreciated the company.