BusynMember
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It has been a little over a year that my father died. We are using his car that he drove for twenty years because our new old car is in the shop and Jumper lent it to us. After he first passed, I was too heartbroken to drive in it, but I wanted to keep it in the family, with a loved one. Jumper's fiance drives it to work every day. Its good on gas. But this week Hunter is driving to his work site (which is never that close) with a few friends from work so he needs his bigger truck. So we got my dads car that he had driven for so long.
I rode in Dad's car last night and it was so odd. I felt him there. I started to cry. I am a crybaby. Husband had to hold me to quiet me down.
I love you, Dad, for loving me when nobody else did and for all you did for me. I will love you every minute for being kind when others were not. I love you and Grandma this way...special.
Some days I am sorry things turned out this way. Maybe....but there was no other way this could have turned out. Sometimes I wish my siblings and I had been as close as Dad had wanted us to be.
That would have made him happy.
I dream of him a lot. Maybe tonight.
I rode in Dad's car last night and it was so odd. I felt him there. I started to cry. I am a crybaby. Husband had to hold me to quiet me down.
I love you, Dad, for loving me when nobody else did and for all you did for me. I will love you every minute for being kind when others were not. I love you and Grandma this way...special.
Some days I am sorry things turned out this way. Maybe....but there was no other way this could have turned out. Sometimes I wish my siblings and I had been as close as Dad had wanted us to be.
That would have made him happy.
I dream of him a lot. Maybe tonight.
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