Sunday, July 25, 2010

The Man of My Dreams!


All little girls have a first love and that love is their Father....I was no different.  I thought that man hung the moon and the stars....he was the bright sun in the center of my personal Universe....I loved him more than words could ever say!  Don't get me wrong, life wasn't always rosy growing up with an Italian man for a father.  He was far more strict than I would have liked, but that strictness grew from his love and protection for me.

Today marks the 6th Anniversary of his passing....and my hurt is still as fresh and painful as it was on that Sunday morning 6 years ago at 7:25 a.m.  I was with him when he left us and I wouldn't have missed being there for the world.....he hung on far longer than he should have and it was with our encouragement that he went....

All the so-called experts say that once the spirit goes to heaven it forgets all earthly bonds.  I disagree....I feel my father with me at odd times: I hear his laugh, feel his hand on my hair, standing beside me with his famous smile, remembering the secrets we shared.  Yes, I still talk to him about my problems and troubles.  And, boy have we have had numerous conversations recently!

There is a Father/Daughter bond and I can say with certainty that it transcends space, time and dimensions.

Love you bunches and miss you even more.....

"Sis"


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