Missing my Daddy

I can not believe it has almost been 3 months already since Daddy left us. There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of him and miss him.

I catch myself saying to myself "I cant believe he is gone". I knew that having an older Daddy that it would happen at one time or another, but it still does not seem real to me sometimes. I would give anything to hear him talk or feel his hug.

Being back at home brings up so many memories and emotions. Daddy's robe is still hanging on his closest door like always, his shoes are still sitting by the wood stove. There are little things of him all over the house. Even his truck is how he left it. His glasses and Jeff Foxworthy tapes still in the center console. Every time I drive his truck I think about him asking me where it was one day when we were in his hospital room at St. Vincents and I told him it was in the parking deck. He asked who had been driving it and I told him I had. He gave me that "McGhee" look and mouthed "Oh Gosh". I told him I hadn't wrecked it yet and I emphasized the YET part and he just shook his head and laughed. It was so Daddy the way he laughed about it.

I miss my Daddy so much....