Now here I sit, only having been awake for an hour and spending almost a whole 45 minutes of that time in tears. I knew today would be hard, but man oh man is it really hard. So here's a post for my dad and the amazing man he was.
My dad, Steve, became a father in 1981, although he didn't become my father until 1989. He was an amazing father when I was little. I remember growing up and spending every Monday night in front of the television with him watching WWF and WCW wrestling while he painted my sisters' and my toes with his "red" marker.
This is my father painting my children's toes last summer:)
Growing up, we were always told we couldn't use these red markers. They were his. He used to themhighlight car magazines and mark things off in his many many magazines. That was one of his favorite hobbies.
My parents got divorced in 1998 and it was a difficult couple of years for everyone, but in the end it all worked out. My mom and dad became best friends. We were a very close knit family.
My dad and my mom at my sisters' graduations last year.
I lived with my dad throughout my high school years. We got very close and built a great relationship with each other my senior year in high school.
This is also the year I had AD (Papa Steve's little man) AD was not the first grandchild though, my dad became a grandpa in 1998.
Papa Steve with his first two grand kids
Papa Steve and his other two grandchildren
I miss you everyday. I wish you were still here. I would give anything just to talk to you, or see your face. I really wish you were here today. Today is difficult....more difficult than I thought it was going to be. I miss you sooo soo much!!!
Happy Father's Day to You In Heaven Daddy!