I wanted to write a huge post about my Dad (I called him Papi) and post photos of our happy times but I won’t. It’s a sad day for my family and I so I decided to write something short and sweet.
My Dad would have been 57 years old today. He died when he was just 42 years old. He was indeed very young but I guess God had other plans for him.
He’s been in Heaven for 15 years. It doesn’t feel like he’s been gone for a long time but when I look at the numbers, I’m shocked.
I’m shocked because the pain is still fresh and raw when I think about him and our father/daughter relationship. We had a great bond. Although it hurts alot, I won’t let this day be filled with tears, pain and sorrow. It’s his birthday and I believe he would want us to celebrate the times we had with him and embrace the beautiful memories he left us with.
So, from my world to yours, have a happy birthday Papi. One day we will see each other again.
Aww mama, I’m sorry. I know how you feel though, my mom passed away in ’94 and it feels like yesterday. They were way too young but it should teach us to make every day as a parent as full as possible.
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