Four years ago I lost my dad.
It was, and remains to be the worst day of my life so far.
My dad was my hero in so many ways. I looked up to and admired him so much. I was the definition of a “daddy’s girl.”
He gave me strength, courage, a strong sense of self – but most of all – he was just a really good dad.
And I miss him an incredible amount, every single day.
Losing a parent is a loss like no other I’ve ever experienced. In a lot of ways it’s made me stronger I suppose but it’s a strength that I’d rather be without if it meant my dad could still be here.
Luckily I have the most amazing family and friends around me and it’s through their love and strength and our faith that I’ve managed. I don’t think there will ever be a day where I don’t miss my dad, there is forever a hole in my heart. But I feel so grateful to be able to look back on all that he taught me and all that he left with me and smile.
Now go hug your dad…and give him one extra for me.0