Today marks the 11th anniversary of my father's passing. How I wished I'd realized how much he loved me when he was alive. It wasn't until I looked back on things that I saw his love in what he did. Little things. Like when I saw a necklace at the mall that I liked when I was a preteen/early teens. We went to the food court, got lunch, but before he got his lunch and while I was at the table, he went BACK to the kiosk, bought the VERY necklace I was looking at, and then rejoined me for lunch. It wasn't until my birthday a few days later that I realized what he'd done.
August 3, 1930 - August 15, 2002 ~ I miss you, Daddy. I'd give the world to be able to dance with you, one more time. But I know you're always watching over us.
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