My Dad

Yesterday my dad would have been 74. I miss him. :) I can't help but feel selfish and wish he was still here, but I think of him more often than not, and wonder what he would do in certain situations, what he would say...

I miss his smile. Always could warm a room, made me feel like the most loved person in the world, made me feel good about myself, it was validation of the love between a father and a daughter.

I miss his eyes. Though the last days here, his eyes were not as happy as they usually were, they were full of worry and anxiety, but there was a sense of calm when he looked at me. My dad actually smiled with his eyes. He had joy in him, and loved to share.

I miss him. period.

Be sure and tell those who you love, cherish, and are thankful they are in your life... what you feel... because one day, as dismal as it sounds, you may not have the chance... and why wouldn't you want to make someones day? make them feel better? let them know you care?

I try to use what my dad taught me in that I am open and honest with my feelings, about my family, my friends, people who are closest to me. It may be repetitive when I say I love you, I appreciate you, I'm thankful for you... but each time, each and every time I say it, write it, email it, I mean it. :)

Say what you mean, mean what you say.