Hugs Remembered
Yesterday was the second Father’s Day without my Daddy. I thought about him a lot yesterday, which means that I smiled at lot because of all the good memories.
If he were still here with us, we would have taken him out to lunch, I would have baked him a chess pie, and I would have given him a lot of hugs. I miss being able to hug him. Something about being hugged by Daddy made me feel like everything was okay. Even if everything really were okay, he made everything okay-er.
I rooted around and found an old picture of the two of us hugging. I’m guessing I’m about 17, so he would’ve been about 47. I have no idea where we were, but I know that I loved him enough to hug him in public when I was a teenager.
He was one man who did the Daddy thing right.
What a precious picture. The look on your face says that you KNOW you have the best daddy of them all.
I remember this picture; it lived with us both in the dorm and the Chi O house. So sweet. And how wonderful that you could celebrate Father’s Day with Tater Daddy, Tater Tot, and now Small Fry this year. I hope it was a happy day all day long. Hugs to you, my friend!
As one who was fortunate to know him I would say you’re right…your dad was an awesome man.
I remember meeting your Daddy! He was such a nice man, OF COURSE! I just saw his picture and had too tell you! You know with all the DC I drink I don’t remember much!!!!