This blog has always been my personal little space on the web where I like to keep things cheery and positive, but decided that today I would share something a little more personal.
My dad passed away one week ago today. I’ve only had to say it out loud twice and it feels just as strange + weird + wrong to type it out.
My fun, goofy, dance-floor loving dad had been fairly sick for the past few years, and then things took a turn about a month ago. Even if you’re told to expect something like this, it can still feel as if you’ve been blindsided.
Dad, I will always feel lucky and grateful to have had you for as long as I did. Thank you for 29 years of happy memories, wise advice, and lots of love. For always letting me know I could call you about anything. For making me roll my eyes with your corny jokes but continuing to tell them anyway. For killing bugs that scared me, hopping in the lake with me when I was learning how to water ski, and for slipping me a little cash occasionally before a night out – just in case I needed a cab. For always supporting what was important to me while growing up – whether I needed an art desk to feel like a real artist, wanted to send in all my allowance money to the Save The Manatee Club, or pretending to eat playdough spaghetti so I knew how much you loved my ‘cooking’ as a kid. For always making me feel better – whether I was dealing with a headache or heartache. Dad, thanks for ending every phone call with an ‘I love you,’ and for always being my #1 fan. <3