I always thought about who I would choose to walk me down the aisle if I ever got married. I had decided, to be fair to my dad and my biological father, that my mom would be the one. Now that I think about it, I think I would have chosen my dad. I’m glad he and I had one father-daughter dance in my life.
I can’t believe it’s been a month since his passing. I miss him so much that at times it’s unbearable. It still feels like I just got the news yesterday. The grief comes in waves and I can still picture his face the day before he passed when I was talking to him. His eyes were telling me goodbye as he mouthed “okay” to me.
At his funeral I wanted to say, “I will love and miss you forever. Thank you for taking me in and accepting me as your baby girl. It takes a good man to be a father to a child that isn’t your blood, but you did it for me. And damn were you a great dad. Wait for me, but visit from time to time.”
