It’s been 10 years today.
10 years since his heart beat. 10 years since he took his last breath.
10 years since my Daddy died.
It never gets easier, and I think about him almost every day.
When you become an adult and especially a parent, you understand that your parents are / were not perfect. You realize each mom and dad do the best they can to their ability, even if it is lacking.
When I think of my Daddy, I don’t see those imperfections. I see a man who did his best to show joy to all around him through his joking heart. He loved to talk to anyone who would listen and would always end up with a funny story or a joke. At the end of his life, the dementia would allow him to only remember one joke. He would say, “What did the monkey say when he got his tail cut off?? Won’t be long now!”
At praise God it wasn’t a long time he suffered but went to his Heavenly home.
Was my Daddy perfect? No!
But he is now!