my dad

My dad loved his family. He loved umpiring and refereeing. He loved God. He loved life. He's been gone 12 1/2 years. Cancer took him from us 2 weeks after he turned 50. He only had cancer for 3 years before the damn disease took him. From everyone and everything that he loved and that loved him. I'm still pissed about it. I miss him everyday. I hate cancer. I'm not over it. I don't think I ever will be.
We just spent a week at Disney World with our little family. The last time I was there, I was 8. With my daddy. Who was cancer free. Of course, memories came flooding, like they always do when I am doing something major in life. I actually teared up when I heard Donald Duck speak. That's how my dad made us laugh when we were sad or mad! As soon as I teared up, I giggled. Out loud! In the middle of Disney World! I immediately texted my brother!
Father's day is coming up. I hate father's day. It's just another reminder that my father is gone. The pain is still there. I can only imagine what kind of grandfather he would've been. I can only imagine that he would've liked who I chose to marry. He didn't see me graduate college or really fall in love. He never met my babies.
Death of a parent is something you never get over. But, my daddy was my best friend. We had a unique relationship. I was his princess. We adored each other. We are kindred spirits.
So, this father's day, as I celebrate in a totally different way, I hope that you take the time to thank your dad and to thank God that your dad is still alive. And for those of you who lost your dad, whether to cancer, or a car wreck,or diabetes or any other reason, please know that you are in my thoughts as we still grieve for those wonderful men in our lives. Happy Father's Day Daddy! xoxoxo, your Chula