It has been 365 days since you left this earth and my life. 365 days. It seems like only yesterday since I heard your voice and yet seems like forever all at the same time. I don’t have a lot of words for this day, 365 days later. It still hurts the same, the void is just as big and I still haven’t recovered.
I was privileged to be his daughter – he was a great daddy! I was privileged for him to have been there when I took my first breath and even more privileged to have been there when he took his last. I miss him with every ounce of my being, every day, for the last 365 days.
I have decided that me and my family will honor him and carry on a piece of him on this most difficult day. We will rejoice in the legacy he leaves behind through playing a little driveway basketball tournament and thinking about him with every bounce of the ball and basket made.
If you have a spare moment, send a prayer my mothers way – the void of him is even bigger for her…..
What I wouldn’t do for 5 more minutes with him………