Goodbye

I remember when I was a little girl and my Dad would take my family to my Great-Grandmother’s house in Tennessee. My Grandmother, Maw, would cry when we got there and would cry when we left. As a kid, I never understood that. Why did she cry? Well, now I get it. I cry with joy when my grandchildren come and cry with sadness when they leave. It is always hard to say goodbye to those you love.

How do I say goodbye to the man that has been with me all my life? I lost my Dad last Friday (February 23, 2018). My head knows that is the way it should be—he was in a lot of pain the last few months—but my heart just wasn’t ready to let him go.

My Dad was not a perfect man, but he made many positive changes as he grew older. He was there for me whenever I needed him. He attended EVERY important event in the lives of his grandchildren whenever he possibly could. He loved my step-mom deeply, remaining patient and loving in dealing with her Alzheimer’s. There was nothing he loved more than his family.

These are pics of my Dad with my children and their children. You can tell by the big smile on his face that he loved the “little ones.”

I love you Dad. Goodbye.