My heart belongs to Daddy

Today is the anniversary of my cute dads return to God. We were really close when I was little and then again the last 10 years of his life. My Dad Ted was like a cartoon character, he had so much life in him. Since his death it has felt really lonely and our family seems so small. I was in a bad depression for several years after he died. I didn’t think I would or could go on. I took care of him the last years and weeks of his life and it was a very spiritual time to serve him while he left his earthly body. I remember one of the days he told me how much he loved me, who beautiful I was, that he was proud of who I was. I thought he must be on drugs and reminded him that I was fat, something he always pointed out to me. He got tears in his eyes and said “You’re not fat Missy—pleasantly plump”. I think he really loved me so much and he showed it by proving temporal things for me. It was harder for him to express himself. Well I take that back because toward the end of his life he was the king of over sharing. Another day I remember being at his house and he shuffled out he hugged me and said. “Haven’t we had a great life? Sure we had up and downs but we have been blessed.” He taught me to work hard, to be honest, to not burn my bridges, to be the bigger better person, that nothing is more important than your family. He started to really miss his Mom so I’m happy they are together again. A couple of times he surprised me with a pink pillow for my bed, a Mickey Mouse he won in Mesquite, an eyore toy from McDonalds. I think he would have done anything for me, I ache inside. I miss his smile and laugh and the way he would yo-yo or play the harmonica, when you gold plated the exhaust pipe, midnight fishing with Scott, deals and telling us how much you saved. Your jokes, your rebellious side. I hope you come to get me if I die, you promised to visit me in my dreams-you have kept that promise. My hearts belongs to daddy.