Losing my Dad
(This is a copy and pasted FB post that I posted a couple months ago. I lost my dad on January 24th.) “I love you too, sweetie” These were the last words my dad said to me, as I kissed him on the cheek and told him I’d be back tomorrow. He always told me how much he loved me. Every single day of my life I talked to him, he told me how proud he was of me, how I was the greatest daughter ever, and how much he loved me. In return, I told him how he was the greatest Dad I could have ever asked for, and how much I loved him. He would always sigh at this, as if it wasn’t true, but it was. He was the greatest dad for me and my brother that we could have ever, ever asked for. I could write a book on the lessons my dad taught me throughout my life. But I think the most important is one he taught me just a few weeks ago. After an especially tiring week in December, when it seemed as though the cancer and the surgeries were just too much to bear, I had a long, sobering phone convers