Is that what I would call you now? Or would I be one of those girls who, as a grown woman, still called you Daddy?
Would I have taken you to lunch today to celebrate you on your special day? Would we have laughed and talked together over a beer?
In my mind, I see us sitting across the table from one another, looking into identical blue eyes.
I think we would have enjoyed each other…found countless similarities in one another.
How I wish I had even one Father’s Day memory with you.
I never made you a card. Never scrawled my name across construction paper for you.
I never made you macaroni art or gave you a tie that you didn’t really want.
I never chose a card for you or wrapped a gift with far too much tape.
But you’ve always been here in my heart.
There’s a spot there that will forever be yours. It is in that spot where my imagination conjures up what it would have been like to give you bear hugs, shower you with kisses, turn to for advice.
It is that spot that makes me hold on to the notion of a heaven.. a place where I could spend eternity thanking you…for all of the gifts that you gave me even after you were gone…my sense of humor, my self-confidence, my ability to see all the potential that this world holds, and my gratitude for the beauty in my life.
I carry these gifts from you that make me who I am. And I hope that in our short time together on this earth, I gave you gifts that changed you as well.
Because even though you’re gone, my heart bursts with love for you,