Happiest Fathers Day in Heaven to our dear Daddy. 💔❤️.
As I sit on the porch of a home you never got to see, I’m sipping my coffee and thinking of you. You would be proud of my little garden, no matter if it was succeeding or failing.
By this time in the morning, you would be up, you would’ve gone for your walk and been freshly showered and smelled like cologne and you (sometimes I think I catch a whiff of you and then it’s gone.)
You most certainly would’ve kissed mom good morning, even if she was still sleeping. I remember when I used to sneak in bed with you guys, you would kiss both of us goodbye in the early morning. Often giving my foot an over the cover squeeze with your big ole hands, and nothing felt safer.
Back in the good ole days, you would’ve been making breakfast for all of us and chopping up somebody’s eggs the way only you could.
I miss you in all of the ways. We all do.
No matter how much I seek you, there will never be another you. I look for pieces of you every day in everyone and everything.
I hope you are dancing in heaven and knowing how well loved you always were and will always be.