I was brought to tears the other night when I tucked my 7 year old into bed. She was asking questions about Poppa Temple.
She wondered if he could see us, if he was in heaven with Buddy our puppy and she also asked more about what had happened to her Poppa's heart.
I get so sad thinking about all the moments we have missed with him. There are pictures and memories up until almost 3 years ago, the wagon rides the swimming pool in Poppa's backyard, sitting on his knee. Those are all wonderful memories and moments but my kids lost their grandpa way too early. He should have seen them play hockey and ringette, watch them play piano, sit on his lap while they read a story to him.
Today I am missing my Dad. I realize after almost 3 years that it isn't any less sad. My heart still aches for everything that was taken away. But I am more focused on being the daughter that my Dad would be proud of, making sure that my children remember what a wonderful father and grandpa he was.
My Dad leaving me too early cant be for nothing. I have to make some good, focus on the things that were important to him so I can still make him proud.
I love you and miss you so much Dad.
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