The grief is still there and it hits at unexpected times. It doesn’t happen as often as it did a year ago but it still comes without warning. Out of nowhere I’ll find myself thinking of dad with tears running down my face.
I wish he could have held my daughter. It hurts so much that she won’t know him. I’ll tell her of him but it won’t be the same. I know he would have loved his granddaughter.
Even with the pain and the grief, my beliefs haven’t changed. I know I will see him again. For him it will be like no time has passed. It’s harder for us left here, as we have to go on without him. We feel the separation much more since we are still in time. So it’s about taking it one day at a time.
Daddy, I miss you.