Around this time today 1 year ago, I spoke to my dad for the last time. I had no idea It would be the last time we'd speak. He wasn't feeling better, we talked about me taking him to the ER he wanted to give it more time and would think about it as see how he felt. I urged him to let me take him. He joked about knowing a nurse to get him an IV I worried he was dehydrated. He said he would wait and see how he felt later. That was the last time I spoke to him, sometime between that call around 8am and the next morning at around 9am he was gone. We don't know why, we don't know how, we don't even know when. He was gone when I got there the next morning.
This past year has been the worst I could imagine. Losing my dad was the worst thing I've ever had to go through. The pain, the guilt that if I had just forced him to go, that is something I will never ever get over. I can't believe it's been a year since he's been gone. Me and my dad had the father daughter relationship many dream of. He meant everything to me. He was there for me through everything. No matter how big or small he was always there. His humor, his laugh, his smile, it was everything that was good and kind and genuine in a person. I'm very lucky he was my dad, and that I had him to myself for all those 28 years.
I will miss you forever dad, I will never understand why & how you are truly gone. If I had known that was my last conversation I would have had with you, the things i would have said. I wish you would have known how much of an amazing father to me you were. How much you meant to me. How grateful I am to you for all you've done my entire life. So many things I couldn't even begin to explain. This week has been very hard. You got sick on the 2nd and you were gone on the 7th. Why couldn't it just have been a flu like we thought? He meant so much to so many people. I love you dad, forever and always. I wish we had more time with you......missing you always dad.


