It's been 729 days since my daddy died. In the last two years, there have been some amazing changes in my life that he would be really proud of, a few he would be mad about. That's the thing about not having him around. When something great happens, I talk to him in my head. I play how I would call him and tell him ALL about it. I imagine what he would say.
Then on days when I really need to talk to him, I still talk to him in my head, but it's through sobs. I think about all the ways he would help me and the things he would tell me, just to make me smile. Even if I am sobbing.
My brother has been an amazing stand in dad on so many occasions. It's just not the same. I miss him terribly. Because of the terrible storm that has destroyed the community I work in, I was too busy today to think about it. And I hope I am really busy tomorrow too.
Here are some of my favorite memories as I remember the first man I ever loved. Bubba, you don't count. You were a 5 year old boy when I first loved you! :)
1. My softball games when he would sit behind the home plate to talk to when I was catching.
2. Working for him during high school.
3. Him driving me in the homecoming parade senior year.
4. Seeing him cry as he dropped me off at Tutwiler.
5. Him refusing to let me wear a white Abercrombie skirt that was WAY too short.
6. Seeing him sitting in his chair waiting on me to get home, watching the clock to make sure I wasn't a second late.
7. Carving pumpkins.
8. Going to Marvin's in Albertville to pick our Christmas tree.
9. Dancing in the kitchen when we got a CD player for the kitchen.
10. Alabama's homecoming game my 4th grade year. All 4 of us wore matching Alabama sweatshirts. ROLL TIDE! :)
Daddy, I hope you're proud of the little girl you raised to be a woman. I am trying hard every day to make you the proudest daddy in the world. I miss you more than words can express. Love--Tiny
