Today would have been my Dads 71st birthday. I miss him. I want to call him and have him come over and watch the kids fish and swim and play on Fathers day this Sunday.
I want to fill him in on all the stuff thats happened since July 28th 1990 when he went to work and was killed on his job in a freak accident.
I want to show him how Ive grown up and settled into life and enjoy being a grandma and tell him that Mickey is now a grandfather and doing well with that.
I want to tell him about my job at State Farm and how Mickey built a business with Curt and how its still going in this recession.
I want to show him my land and all the things that grow there.
I want him to meet Bob and all the other animals that reside with us. My dad loved dogs..
There are a hundred things I want to show him and a thousand things I want to say.
When my grandfather died when I was 5, I thought I would never get over it. I loved him so much and we spent so much time together. Being that young I didnt understand and was told he was in the sky. I searched for him and found him. He must be on the moon. I would look up at that moon and pretend he could see me and wave. I would pretend he could see me too.
I always love when I can see the moon even on a bright sunny day..
I miss you both...And will be thinking of you on this fathers day...