This is a photo of my father taken I know not when but I am assuming when he was stationed in Korea. Today he died 21 years ago. In two years, it will be the 23rd anniversary of his passing. It occurred to me the same amount of time from his passing will be the same age I was when he passed away in two years.
Sometimes time just slips by and you don’t notice how quickly it has gone. Time does heal old wounds. It dulls it a bit but at times, I seem to notice the wound more especially on birthdays, anniversaries, and memorials. My memories of Daddy are mixed to say the least. He did the best he could. He used to say he was god in the house. He used the Lord’s name in vain and blasted us if we followed that example.
Daddy used to say he was glad he had 3 girls because we all look like him. I think of us 3 youngest girls, I look the most like him. I was his helper. I loved helping him outside with the yard or the animals we had. I know he wanted to be a veterinarian. I wanted to be one too except, I didn’t follow through. Daddy loved to sing songs with different words. I find myself doing that too. Daddy had a huge ego. I don’t have a huge ego. I am a lot more humble than he ever was.
I know Daddy is with me always. He really treasured Cassie, Margaret’s daughter, because he always called her his little angel. I know he would be proud of her too. I know he watches over us. He may not have been perfect but he loved us the best way he could.
Daddy this song is for you! The years fly by but I hear you sometimes in my dreams. I always think of you fondly! Much love always!