As we approach the 11 year mark of dad passing away, I think back to the day he adopted me. To the dayhe was supposed to adopt me and we had to find my father first to approve it. To all he went through to find this man. And to the fact that he didn’t look at his age and ever think he was to old to have a child. Knowing that when he retired from the force I would just be starting HS. He didn’t care, he loved me as his daughter. Everything else was just minor details.
As we come up on year 11 I also see where I am almost a year engaged, in February but more official in March. And I wish he was here to see it all. There are days I need him more than ever to offer advise as to how to help raise a child whom you 1didnt get to teach from a younger age. To tell me all I am doing wrong and maybe someone to tell me the little I do right.
In the weeks to come as we approach the passing of you, dad, I know it won’t be easy, it never is, but it is something I try to cope with in every passing year, every life event and everyday that I just need someone to talk to.
