I miss my dad

It’s been 5 months, yesterday, since my dad died.   I didn’t remember this fact until I spoke to my mom today.  I called to wish her “bon voyage”. She’s leaving for Colombia tomorrow.  I also wanted to her about last night.  


Just as I was dozing off to sleep I heard my dad call my name. I heard it only once but it was clearly my dad. It only startled me because one of the last things my dad and I talked about before passing was my kids.  I asked him to project P, and any other children we have, once he arrived “up there”.  He nodded yes.  I can handle just about anything but losing a child or having an ill child is something I know I wouldn’t emotionally survive.  So, when I heard my dad I got up to check on P. I put my hand on her chest and a finger under her nose to make sure her breath was ok. Everything was fine of course.    


I miss my dad.  I miss him often.  Yesterday when P swam so well I really wanted to hear his voice and tell him how amazing his grand daughter did.  I can’t call him….EVER, and that’s really hitting home.  

The photo above was taken when P was 11 months old, around the time of my dad’s 62nd birthday.