Not a single day goes by that I don't think about my father. My father was an amazing man. I remember the last day I spent with him. I mean, I remember every single detail of that day. It was a good day. After he passed away, I tried to remember when was the last time we told each other how much we loved each other and I came up blank. I have no idea when was the last time he told me he loved me or if he ever did. I knew he loved me. I never felt empty without hearing him say the words because I know every action and every thought he had was for his family.
One thing I do know is that my dad was proud of me. He was proud of me and satisfied that I had gotten married before he passed. I guess not just that I had gotten married but that I had found a good husband. He even said it, "I can die now because I know that you are taken care of." That of course, was about 4 years before he died but he was very proud of me for finding a good man. Some people might find that weird or even sad. That is what my dad is proud of me for? Yup, and I didn't mind at all. My dad struggled his whole life, pretty much since the say he was born to survive and to help his family in any way possible. He never wanted any of his kids to struggle and I'm sure watching me raise my first born alone was heartbreaking for him. So, I am glad I made my daddy proud, in any way I possibly could.
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