So much on my mind, I can't sleep.
Hubby's been there for a while. Should be there, too. But here I am. In front of a computer I haven't had on in a while.
There's lots of things I haven't done in a while. Work out is one of them. Paying for something I haven't used. That will be remedied within days. I'm gaining the weight back. Easy fix. I did it once in about six weeks. I can do it again.
Youth group trip is weeks away. Can't wait. I think the in between time will be the death of me.
Father's Day. Probably my least favorite day of the year. Makes me miss my Dad more than usual. Makes me despise Gary more than usual. Just another day to throw in my face to say, "Hey...guess what? You're missing out."
Looked at a "friend's" wedding pictures tonight. Picture of her and her dad laughing their heads off. So jealous.
Very grateful for the men God has brought into my life to fill some of those blanks. Yet, I still miss him.
Any guy can make a child. But, it takes a man to raise one. A truly great man takes on the task of raising another man's responsibility. Tom did that for me. And I truly thought he'd get to be a part of my life for a lot longer than he did. Wanted him to walk me down the aisle.
There are so many times that I look at my husband, and realize how much my dad would have loved him.
Jason was grilling tonight, and I looked outside. I could just picture them standing by the grill enjoying a beer together, and just waiting for the meat to finish.
I can hear his laugh in the back of my head. Such a unique laugh.
As I sit here, tears streaming down my face, I can hear him telling me, "Goose, suck it up." He wouldn't want me "wasting tears" on him. Not really sure he fully realized just how much I loved him. How much I appreciated all he tried to and did do. He always thought he embarrassed me. So not true. Sometimes being a teenager brings out the worst in yourself. And those that truly matter get hurt in the process.
I think about all that I would say to him right now. But, I don't think there would be a lot of words. Honestly, I just wish I could wrap my arms around him, and tell him again that I love him. Tell him that he was one of my favorite people on Earth. Nobody was perfect, and I didn't expect him to be. I didn't expect him to be anything more than who he was.
Growing up, his favorite answer for me was, "We'll talk about it over a beer when you're older." I'm ready to have that talk. I would do anything to have that talk.
I made fresh salsa yesterday w/ a tomato and two fresh avocados. As I ate it for dinner tonight, how I wished to share it with him. Actually, wished I could have him make it, because it would have been better.
Its been almost six and a half years since my dad passed away. I can't remember who told me it would get easier. But.....they lied. It gets different. But, it never gets easier.
Deep down I know my dad is proud of me. Part of me wonders if this is where he pictured me being. But, the only thing he wanted for me was to be happy. And to be the best at whatever made me happy. And, I'm definitely getting there.
I think back to the song that played at Jason and my wedding. "One More Day," by Lonestar. If I had that one more day...part of it would be spent cruising around in my car. He would love my car. Yes, I'd have to clean it out first. But, he'd probably help, and tease me every second. Actually, no. He'd throw all the junk in the back seat. Its what he always did in the truck.
As, I look over at my dog sleeping on the couch, I think about how much Dad would love him. Woodie wouldn't leave his side...feet...whichever.
Oh, how I need to see him. Hopefully, one day.
One day.