This picture above was taken while my dad was in the rehabilitation center recouping from a heart attack. He had many heart attacks, some that we knew of and other that we didn't even know happened. He hated staying in the rehab center, but he knew that he had to get stronger before he could return home. In the picture is my 10 year old son Garrett who just adored his grandpa.
I've always been a daddy's girl - when I was just 7 weeks old and Catholic Charities gave me to my parents (I was adopted), the social worker handed me straight to my dad, I looked at him with my huge brown eyes and gave him a huge smile. My mom always said that from that moment on, I always had my daddy wrapped around my pinkie.
We knew that my dad was going to pass away, he had hospice care for 11 months, but no matter how much you think you are prepared, you never really are. My dad was unconscious for 4 days prior to his death and those were some of the worst days of my life. Just knowing that I was losing my dad and there was nothing that I could do to stop it. When he passed, I was there and my entire world crumbled around me. Half of my heart died when my dad died. I don't think I will ever get over the loss because now my entire family is gone - except for my husband and my children. Will I ever be whole again?
Dad, this is dedicated to you. I love you more than life itself and miss you so very much!
I was about 3 when this picture was taken.
Until next time....