A decade without Daddy
Ten years ago today my Daddy died. Sometimes it seems like yesterday, sometimes it feels like it never happened. Most days I’m mad at him for leaving, but today I’m going to love him for staying as long as he did.
He made two strong beautiful women out of my Mother and myself, I can’t deny that.
Last night I tossed and turned, getting maybe 1 or 2 hours of sleep. I didn’t even think to look at the date, but the mind and the body remember.
I think my Daddy would be proud of me if he were still here. I think he would be more than proud. He was the worst singer in the world, couldn’t carry a tune to save his life (no pun intended) but that never stopped him from singing to me “Texas Tornado” or “Great balls of fire” or one of the beach boy songs. I’d always sing along with him, our off tune non-record label Father and daughter band.
I love you Daddy. I miss you.
