The quiet moments outside of the front door in cool evening, as I miss my father. I wished my dad sat next to me. I close my eyes to remember those special memories with my dad. I wished, I held my dads hand or tell my dad how big his muscle but it is only a thought. I just heard a child say out loud from a distance " daddy." I was once that child who cried for her daddy when she was lost. Now, as adult I cry for my father in heaven to hug me. I still hurt for my dad. The lost of my father still haunts me even til this day. The emptiness is still there. The tears come & go like rain. I have to manage my quiet times with the thoughts of the father above, Jesus. It is never easy to feel the lost of a father. This year, is my first fatherless day on Father's day. I will be strong this coming father's day with my mom.
"Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful" (John 14:27 NAS)
This is my last Father's Day posting on my blog.
These are several blogs of my dad in the past few years:
