…my father died.
So much time has passed, but the void remains. Time doesn’t cure all wounds. At most, the pain is simply dulled.
A gaping hole, covered in layers of emotional blankets…but a hole nevertheless.
There’s a new baby in my family’s life, and we worship her sweet perfection day and night. However, on this day, all I can think of is how much my father would have adored little Micaela.
He would have been thrilled to have nothing but an army of grand-daughters…girls always had him wrapped around their little fingers.
He would have happily changed diapers & filled formula bottles for the rest of his life.
I wish he was here with us now.
