There are some days in life when a girl just needs her Dad. But I expect I’m not the only daughter in the world who can no longer call on a father that has passed into the next place.
What is it that I need from my Dad on this day?
I need the one person that really got me, because we were the same in so many ways.
I need the man that would hold me while I cried, even on those days I would weep for the loss of him.
I need the man who loved me, had my back, and stood up for me, no matter what I did, what I chose or where I was.
I need the man who would be excited about whatever I took on in life, as it was usually something he loved too.
I need the man that taught me to change a tyre, cried as he spoke at my 21st birthday, and sent me off into the world prepared for everything but losing him.
My father died on Good Friday over a decade ago. My last words to him? “I’ll miss you, Dad.” And I still do. Every day. And today.
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