9 years ago today I lost my dad and best friend.
It's strange, for so long I felt this tremendous pain that I never thought would go away, but over time it has. Now there's just this void- this place in my heart that seems somewhat empty because someone I loved so much is no longer around. Deep down, I know he's in a better place, but sometimes I'm still angry that he's gone. I never got to say goodbye. He will never get to see huge and important aspects of my life. I don't remember the last time I said "I love you".
But here's what I do remember and know..... he was the best dad I could have ever asked for. He was patient with me and forgiving. He made me feel like I mattered, because in his eyes I did. He could fix any and everything. He made me a beautiful 2-story doll house when I was little, with furniture (some of which he made as well) and parts of our home throughout it (like extra scraps of our actual kitchen floor used for the doll house's kitchen flooring). He by far was one of the best men I've ever known and I miss him more than I could ever express.
***I debated about writing this post- or at least making it public. I don't want my blog to become "emo" and turn people (including myself) away from it. So if it does turn you off or it comes off as too much, I'm sorry. Honestly though, I felt like I needed to write it....almost to make sure that I don't forget him.