Thursday, May 15, 2014

Ten Years.

Daddy and me ~ Cabos 2001
It has been ten years since I lost my father.  A full decade of life lived without him.  He has not been physically present for nearly one-quarter of my life. 

Though I have physically felt the loss every single day of said ten days, I am utterly dumbfounded to think I've somehow lived ten years without hearing his voice or receiving his gentle encouragement. 

He, more than any other person, made me who I am today. 

His unconditional, perfect love is the gold standard; and the one I set for myself as a parent. 

His patience makes me strive to be more patient with others {work in progress}.

His humble spirit causes me to keep myself in check and accept slices of humble pie when served. 

His inability to see the bad in me encourages me to continuously work on being a better mother, sister, wife, and person. 

His gentle spirit and tender heart was, I believe, a beautiful gift he left with my son. 

His wisdom, always dispensed timely and in so few words, I yearn for often. 

His ability to be fully sated, in the moment, monetarily, in relationships, and with life in general, is a quality I admire but by which I am sadly still quite perplexed.

His selflessness was unparalleled in our always-looking-out-for-number-one world. 

His confidence in and love for me will never be matched. 

One of the last emails I received from him, a Corkyism, reads as follows: 
They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but an entire life to forget them.  

Love, Daddy. 

One decade behind me, and I'm here to say:  I will never forget.

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