6 Years?

I was sitting here getting my stuff ready for the boys to give to my husband tomorrow morning for Father’s Day, and I realized that it has been 6 years since my dad passed.  I think in some ways I’m still a little bit in shock about my dad dying.  Long story short, diagnosed with a brain tumor and died 67 days later, up until then healthy as a horse.

I look at my kids and my oldest looks so much like my dad it’s a bit scary.  My youngest son gets expressions on his face that crack me up because they are such similar expression to what my dad used to get on his face.  And both my kids are hot headed little Italians’ which was exactly what my dad was too.

We named Franklin our oldest son after my dad, and everyday I wish that my dad could have had the opportunity to meet my kids.  If there was anyone in our lives that could pull Franklin out of his Autism for periods of time, it would have been my dad.  Jackson my rough and tumble 2 year old would have given his Nanu a run for his money in the wrestling department.

So Dad, I wanted you to know I love you and miss ya.  Please always watch out for my boys.

Happy Father’s Day to all of you Daddy’s out there, and to all of you Mommy’s that have to play both parts. All you Step-Dad’s out there you are all awesome too, especially mine.

 

Rebecca