Forgive me if this seems self serving, but it's
my blog and I feel compelled to put something in writing about my sweet papa who passed away 09/18/08 at the age of 69 and left us temporarily. Though I know the separation is not forever, I miss him with an ache so complete that, at times, it feels longer. My daddy was my buddy, and I was always a Daddy's girl from the start. There was the time he shaved off his moustache and I cried and told this
de-moustached stranger of a man that I wanted my daddy back. I think of the numerous times when I would lay on the floor of his office (gazing up at the stickers on the filing cabinet) and fire questions left and right as to the what and why of some of life's most trivial things all while he was trying to work. There were the times that he would drive me to "Swami's" park and we would eat fast food while watching the Ocean sunset and just talk. My high school years with Dad were some of my very favorite as we would gather each weeknight , whatever we were doing, in front of the TV to watch British comedies, or talk, as I sat on the edge of his bed after coming home from a night out with friends, about anything I wanted to tell him. I love the memory of the trip just he and I got to go on to San Diego, and , more recently as I married and started a family of my own, the love and concern I watched him offer the people I brought into our family circle. Watching my Dad as a grandpa to my children had to be some of the sweetest moments I will ever be allowed to witness. I know my dad is happy, I know he is whole and doing wonderful things with people who love him and have passed before. I
know it was right to say goodbye and let him go when we did. I Love him. I thank my Father in Heaven that this humble man was chosen to be my Father here on earth. I miss you Daddy.
