It is just one of those days that I feel blue and miss my dad. I wonder how he is doing, wherever he is. I wonder if he found peace and is as they say in heaven enjoying god's grace without earthly troubles and sickness. So many days and nights I want to talk to him, let him know how I am doing and how life has been without him and somehow I still feel like he's with us and blessing us.
It will almost be two years in December. It feels like he's never been gone, and I feel like he will always be looking after us wherever he is. I am grateful for the strength he gave me as everything I do now I want to make him proud. But once in awhile, I would really like to have a conversation with him and let him know that he instilled value and strength in me that made me a strong person. For that I am forever grateful and I hope he will see and be pleased and find his peace.