My Daddy's gone

My daddy passed away on Monday 9 July. He went quick and was at peace. He was met at the Pearly Gates by my Papa who died 24 years ago the same day.

My daddy was my hero. He was my rock, he was my sounding board, he was my Daddy. He adopted me as a baby and never once did I ever feel like I wasn't his. I was his "daddy's girl".

I keep looking up to ask him a question and then I realize he's not there to answer.

I keep looking for him in the kitchen while he cooks bacon but he's not there.

I keep wanting to tell him that I love him but he's not there to tell.

I want to hug him and feel his arms around me but he's not here.

The last thing I ever said to him was I love you. That means the world to me.

He was, no IS, so proud of his grandsons. I remember the look on his face when he first saw them and he glowed. Literally just glowed. And I remember being so happy to have given him that.

Daddy, I love you. I think about you all the time. And I wish...

I miss my daddy.