2 years agoMy daddy passed away. It took me a minute to write this because it makes it so real. I used to joke with him about how it was pointless to make posts for him since he wasn’t on social media or if I did, I’d send him a screenshot of what I said. I’m the quintessential “daddy’s girl” in the sense that he was my everything. We talked EVERY single day, maybe multiple times a day. We’d talk about everything, from sports to work to life. We’d debate on the smallest of topics and watch Family Feud together answering questions. I’d ask him the most mundane things and the deepest things. He was the best man I have ever known, so selfless and so giving of himself. I wanted to give him and my mom whatever they wanted. He always knew when I wasn’t my regular self and knew just what to say to get me out of it.
Since the first day he was gone, I’ve missed his dos besos and forehead kisses, his smile and laugh, his hugs, me resting my head on his shoulder, his “good morning” texts, his witty remarks and jokes, his insight and wisdom, his ability to light up a room or get a stranger to laugh or relax, his caring nature, just HIM.
This has been the hardest week of my life. I’m not sure there are words to describe the emptiness I feel when I think about how I won’t see him smiling at me in the stands of an arena or hear him on the other end of the phone to just talk.
He loved Stevie Wonder. This was one of our favorite songs. We always said “I love you” no matter what. We didn’t end conversations angry with each other and always made sure we communicated our issues if we had any. If he asked for something, we got it for him. We traveled together, tried new things together, enjoyed life together.
I thank all of you for your prayers, well wishes and assistance during the past few days. I’m so thankful for the caring people I have in my life and I couldn’t ask for a better support system. I love you.