I woke up this morning before the sun came up, just like you always did. I sat quietly under a flood of memories—of the books and places and people that have changed my heart forever. I asked God for more patience, for the gentleness of heart to lead my children to the truest things in life. I begged for wisdom, for the bravery to be alive and pay attention. I prayed for grace to endure when the dark shadows hover, knowing that the lights of dawn are coming.
Then my thoughts turned to you, like they so often do.
The kind spirit whose life marks my soul forever. The funniest man I ever knew. Whose life gave me life and whose death changed me forever. And whose courageous choice to laugh when life constantly brought heartache is my teacher always.
Happy Birthday, Daddy.
Your children miss you.
Your grandchildren would make you proud.
Your struggle was not in vain.
Can’t wait to see you some sweet day.
It’ll be one glorious reunion.
(p.s. Wish I could’ve seen the angels faces the first time you danced one off.)
Sending love and hugs from another girl who got her daddy’s eyes but not his days as you once so eloquently wrote.
May God bless you always.
Lauren
What a beautiful picture of a girl and her daddy!
what a wonderful tribute! you surely have been blessed.
What a lovely post. I understand how you are feeling. My Mom’s birthday was the first day of summer.
Lovely tribute to your Daddy. Miss my mom everyday…..its been 25 years this year. She never met my amazing husband ad kids…..but she will one day. Haven’t heard that Vince Gill song in years……want to listen to it over and over now 🙂
I know.
Beautiful tribute to you daddy! Touched my heart & soul. Lost my own precious daddy 17 months ago, so I understand. LOVED this: “Whose life gave me life and whose death changed me forever.”
Oh Edie- What a beautiful post- For the bravery to be alive & pay attention. A friend of mine used to talk often about staying “awake” asking God to keep us awake to what is going on around us. To constantly reveal more to me.
I’m always envious of people who know/knew their parents. Mine have been long gone. My Dad died February 3rd, 1959- Your writing always reaches directly into my heart/soul.
Thanks Edie-
Your writing is always spot on, poetic & meaningful! You make a difference to people through this blog Edie! I feel like this could’ve been written by me for my daddy who passed 2005 and is missed everyday!
Beautiful. Hugs to you.
Love and anticipation, perfection.
{{hugs}}
xo
Hello mates, its fantastic piece of writing on the topic of cultureand completely explained, keep it up all the time.
it has been good to catch up on your blog this morning.
this post touches my heart in an extra special way….my mom has a terminal lung disease….her health continues to decline, and we’re watching her slip slowly, slowly, slowly from us.
she has influenced me more than anyone else in my life, and i can’t imagine my life without her in it.
grateful for eternity. grateful earth isn’t it for us.
that song by vince gill…that’s the song she wants at her funeral.
~deep sigh~