Today, 12 years ago, I lost my father to a massive heart attack. Although that was a decade ago, it doesn’t seem that far away.
I have many memories about my father, but to think that those memories were only as a child pulls on my heart strings and really puts time into perspective.
Here is the best of what I remember about him:
Funniest man ever!
Great at drawing.
Choir singer and played guitar.
Would let me put clips and hair bows in his hair.
Called me Nikki.
Loved the beach, country music, and anything Texas.
Loved my mom, endlessly.
The list goes on, but I can’t recall it all in one sitting. I miss him, everyday. But I know that he is there in heaven eth my mom. And they are happy again. And I have 2 guardian angels…