My dad. (I'm the little baby with no hair!) He passed away 11 years ago, 12 years this May. And I hate that my girls will never grow up to see their Grandpa David and experience the overwhelming love that I know he has for them like he ha for me and my sisters. I sit and wonder what my life would be like if he were still alive. Would I even be where I'm at right now? And yeah I do get sad from time to time when I think about the fact that he was never able to walk me down the aisle or see the amazing mom I am now, but I know he's always here, in my heart and in my mind and in heaven watching over all of us.
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Wow, I didn't know you had lost your Dad! That is SO AWFUL!
Im sure you have plenty of memories to help you share part of your Dad with your own girls:) They can know him through you.
My kids are going through the same thing. They are just now 3 and 4 and their Dad (my ex-husband) got killed less than 2 weeks ago! I am afraid they will never even remember him because they are so small:(
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