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03/18/2016 08:56:14 PM · #1 |
Yesterday, I moved the water fountain in the rock garden so I could make it work again; it's beginning to be Spring.
I moved it and then... BAM!
In my face was... my daddy's love.
A single daffodil... the first in our yard... right there in the rocks where I'd put a weed-blocking filter before I remembered that that was where Daddy and I had planted daffodils.
He loves me.
It's awesome.
Some love can't be stopped.
*grin*
Even if one's daddy has been "gone" for... years.
Daffodil in Rock from Daddy
Life is good... even when it's not.
*beams*
What am I doing to make sure that the people I love know that I love them?
Uhh... I dunno.
*sigh*
But... I'm gonna figure it out... and make it happen.
Message edited by author 2016-03-18 20:59:32. |
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03/18/2016 09:00:00 PM · #2 |
| My dad passed in 2012. Lost my mom last April. But, they're never really gone. They'll always be with me as will your dad always be with you. |
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03/18/2016 09:32:19 PM · #3 |
| I lost my dad in 2012, the day after my son (his first grandchild) was born. It's so hard. I'm glad you can find your daddy's love around you. I find it in my son. |
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03/18/2016 09:51:27 PM · #4 |
| I lost my mother and father within 5 days of each other a few years ago. For me, the "reminders" are in gestures. My own, or others'. Not a week goes by I don't "see" one or another of them. |
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03/18/2016 10:25:42 PM · #5 |
| I lost my dad 30 years ago. There are times I still well up. I think it is in our DNA, and we can never forget them, no matter what. |
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03/19/2016 12:32:08 AM · #6 |
My dad died 3 years ago. There isn't a day I didn't think of him.
When doctors discovered cancer, they told him, he would not live more than 6 months.
I live in Taiwan (my parents in Belgium) and booked the ticket right after I got this news.
I knew that it would be the last time to see my dad alive when back in Belgium.
We (my wife and 2 kids) stayed for 1 month and it was amazing to see his condition regress so fast. When we left back for Taiwan I hugged my dad for the last time. I knew I would not see him alive anymore after that last visit. I cannot express the feeling but I have tears while I write this. All went too fast. My dad passed away at the age of 69.
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03/20/2016 06:56:46 PM · #7 |
I am sad to hear of your five stories... but so glad to hear that Daddies are good in your lives.
Some don't have that... ever.
I am blessed.
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03/20/2016 08:01:01 PM · #8 |
| Lydia, my dad had dementia when he passed. One of the last times I visited him was on Father's Day and he didn't know who I was. He passed away four months later. My memories of my dad are many. He was very outgoing, started skiing at age 57 and both my parents were avid square dancers for many years. I think my fondest memory of my dad was when we danced together. In spite of his dementia he was still my dad and I will always treasure those moments. |
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03/20/2016 08:53:40 PM · #9 |
He sounds like a "Keeper", Joanna.
I'm so glad you have good memories of him! |
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03/20/2016 09:51:10 PM · #10 |
I've lost both my dad and mom, and I should have had much more time. I wish my kids had had them longer, as well.
It's still really painful. Simply because they were incredible. I miss talking to my mom. And my dad was always there for us. Where it was a flat tire or trying to burn down the house by making Vietnamese eggrolls. I'll never stop missing them. But I look forward to a time when it doesn't hurt so much.
I'm heading to bed, now. My mom would say "Well... it's time to go night night", which the dog knew meant it was time to go outside one more time. And my dad would say "see you in the morning for breakfast".
So everyone: It's time to go night night. And see you in the morning for breakfast. |
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03/21/2016 05:55:50 AM · #11 |
Leaving away from them was hard but also an assumed risk.
My father passed away within three months of a nasty cancer. He gave up fighting and refused to carry on. I was in China in a city down south and it was impossible to get to the funeral. I still blame myself for that...
Mon passed away couple of years later. Smoking and grieving, and worries about my sister son's health problems killed her. At least in less then 24 hours I was back "home". My brother-in-law was outstanding organising most of the things.
When I think of them is one of the few moments when a tear crawls down my cheek.
I miss them dearly
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03/21/2016 09:56:12 AM · #12 |
| Today 5 years ago my father died of lung cancer. And although I miss him, most times I think of him is with gratitude for who he was and for what he believed in. And the nice thing is I recognise more and more of him in me. Only sad thing is he have never seen the place we are loving now, I'm sure he would have loved the Isle of Skye. |
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03/21/2016 12:23:27 PM · #13 |
| You know my story Lydia, I post of my Dad often. Not a day goes by I don't think of him and have something like your flower happen or even just a feeling. Beautimus story. |
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