Letting go of my dad~
When my dad died, it was like a train running over me from the back. I never saw it coming. I was angry with him, and that’s why I did not talk to him for five months prior the longest period of time I had ever gone without speaking to him.
I thought I was protecting my mom but not picking up the phone. My dad was very close to me, and I am an only child, I was daddy’s girl. His death was a sudden heart attack, and my life was never the same. We are coming up on his eighth anniversary of his death, and I must say…I have completed with him a couple years ago. Every memory is now good, even the bad ones-I can laugh at now. I have freedom and ease to talk about him to my children, and laugh at all his silly antics and unique personality.
Where I thought he was mean, I see his point now. Where I thought he was sarcastic, I now see his humor in life. Where I thought he did not take me seriously, I now know he was not buying into my drama.
I now know I love you daddy and I always have. I have accepted fully the way you loved me, was your way of loving me. I now see that you did the very best you can raising me. I now know you were the best dad any girl could have. You did one hell-ava job.
You will always live on in our hearts.
I’m sorry it took until after you passed before I knew what I had.
You will always be missed.
xoxo
In Memory of My Dad, Steve Miller
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