LifeNRA
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My dad has been dead for 6 years now and I still miss him everyday. I am a grown man with a family of my own and I feel like a child sometimes when I think of my dad. I cannot imagine my children looking at me with the same reverance as I did my dad. I wonder if I look bigger than life to them as my dad always did to me.
When dad died he had 2 grandsons (my brother and I both had 1 son each). Now he has 5 grandsons. I bet he would have been one proud grandpa with 5 little boys running along behind him. He was so proud of the 2 grandsons that he had that he would show their pictures to everyone he met. He bought both of them lifetime hunting licenses when they were born. Mom said that he had a lot of plans for the grandchildren before he died.
I often wonder if he would be proud of me now. Have I lived and conducted myself the way he raised me to. Have I done enough so far in my life to make him proud of me? I wonder what advice he would give me now. I wished I had written everything down that he ever told me. I wish I had a folder with all the advise he gave me over the years.
I cannot see myself ever being the man he was.
I know where he is right now and one day I will see him again. And when I do I am going to give him the biggest hug ever. I am going to see my dad again one day but it hurts not seeing him now.
When I visit his grave I talk to him. I do not talk to the body in the groud, I lift my eyes to heaven where his soul is and I hope that he hears me. I hope that he knows how much I love him and I hope he knows that he did a good job raising me.
Heres to you dad. Thank you for being the father you were to me and thank you for sacraficing so much for your family. You are my hero and I love you.
When dad died he had 2 grandsons (my brother and I both had 1 son each). Now he has 5 grandsons. I bet he would have been one proud grandpa with 5 little boys running along behind him. He was so proud of the 2 grandsons that he had that he would show their pictures to everyone he met. He bought both of them lifetime hunting licenses when they were born. Mom said that he had a lot of plans for the grandchildren before he died.
I often wonder if he would be proud of me now. Have I lived and conducted myself the way he raised me to. Have I done enough so far in my life to make him proud of me? I wonder what advice he would give me now. I wished I had written everything down that he ever told me. I wish I had a folder with all the advise he gave me over the years.
I cannot see myself ever being the man he was.
I know where he is right now and one day I will see him again. And when I do I am going to give him the biggest hug ever. I am going to see my dad again one day but it hurts not seeing him now.
When I visit his grave I talk to him. I do not talk to the body in the groud, I lift my eyes to heaven where his soul is and I hope that he hears me. I hope that he knows how much I love him and I hope he knows that he did a good job raising me.
Heres to you dad. Thank you for being the father you were to me and thank you for sacraficing so much for your family. You are my hero and I love you.