Day 28 – Something that you miss. I miss my daddy. I miss my grandparents. I miss my uncle Eddie. I miss the people I’ve lost.
There are days when no matter how long it’s been since my daddy died, April 1975, I find myself really wishing I could just talk to him. I’d like to know what he thinks about life, love, politics, religion, my kids, my grandson…my nephews. I’d like to just sit down and have a conversation with him over coffee. Same with my (paternal) grandfather. I’d like to sit down with him and my grandparents, all of them, and have a conversation over coffee.
You don’t realize all the things you don’t know or would like to know until after that person is gone.
I’ve lost numerous family members, and the one that stands out the most was the first person I lost–my daddy. I was seven years old. I miss him every single day.
I really wish my children could have met him.