19 years ago tomorrow my daddy died.
the last thing he ever said to me was “daddy loves you” I was not a little girl, but those words meant so much to me, every time we said good-bye on the phone.
OH how I miss him, what a comfort he would be to me now. How I would love to sit in front of him as he brushed my hair. how wonderful would it be to have a bowl of popcorn with him before bed. To hear him call me “coon” or “Coonie Jane” again.
No man (or person for that matter) has ever loved me like he did, not even my biological father.
I hope he would be proud of my commitment and the choices I am making at this time in my life.