Earlier this week I was putting lotion on my shins because my skin was so dry. I had on footie socks, and as I spread the lotion I thought "I have Dad's legs". I remember clearly the shape of his lower legs, and the way they looked as he laid in bed with his footie socks on. Mine look exactly the same - as least from my upside down view.
As the time draws nearer for Dad's memorial in Florida, I've been spending a lot of time thinking about him. Somehow I can't get beyond the last week we spent together. I think a lot about his last few days. This morning I woke up at 4:30 and laid in bed thinking about Dad. After half an hour, I just decided to get up and do something other than dwell on him. What's my deal?
After almost 10 years I still miss my mom and sometimes I still have the thought that I should give her a call and then remember that I can't. I know that it has to be doubly tough for all of you. I don't think we ever get over thinking about our parents and missing them. I remember being out to dinner several years after mom died and would start to think about her and get teary eyed in the restaurant. I continue to think of all of you and will keep praying for your healing.
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Agreed. My dad has been with our Father for over two years now and I still feel like a little girl missing her dad. I always will. So will you. We had wonderful, funny, smart, loving, sensitive dads. I thank God for that gift.
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