There are moments I can't believe it has only been a year, and then there are moments that it feels like forever since I have heard my Dad's voice, saw his face or felt his love. There isn't a day that goes by that I don't wish he was here. I don't know how many times over the months I wished I could have picked up the phone to ask him a question that I know without a doubt he could have answered for me. I wish he didn't have to miss out on all the moments that he should have been a part of.
I often read what my uncle read at my Dad's funeral. I take comfort in the fact that he was so loved and he had touched so many lives. I am grateful for the memories and I have to say that now months later I am able to share more and more of my memories of my Dad with others.
I miss you every day Dad and pray you are at peace and proud of me. (((((hugs)))))
And everyday we said hello
But never touched at all
He was in his paper
I was in my room
How was I to know he thought I hung the moon
The greatest man I never knew came home late every night
He never had too much to say
Too much was on his mind
I never really knew him
And now it seems so sad
Everything he gave to us took all he had
Then the days turned into years
And the memories to black and white
He grew cold like an old winter wind blowing across my life
The greatest words I never heard I guess I'll never hear
The man I thought would never die has 'been dead almost a year
He was good at business
But there was business left to do
He never said he loved me
Guess he thought I knew
Reba McEntire
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