Today marks the fifth anniversery of my dad's death. It's been five years since I've heard his voice, eaten his crazy cooking, or teased his silliness. When I really think about it, I feel like a part of myself is missing. Like I make less sense without him in the world. But I guess that's how you always feel when you lose someone you love. A part of you dies with them... but in turn a part of them lives on in you.
He wasn't a perfect man or the greatest father... but he was good. He was a good man who provided for his family despite difficulties. He was a good man who taught his kids what it meant to follow God and pursue your passions. But mostly, he was a good man who made his daughter feel special and important and loved.
I love you dad.
He wasn't a perfect man or the greatest father... but he was good. He was a good man who provided for his family despite difficulties. He was a good man who taught his kids what it meant to follow God and pursue your passions. But mostly, he was a good man who made his daughter feel special and important and loved.
I love you dad.
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