I Was So Lucky

On nights when my heart is sore oh so sore, and the memories of you are so vivid – I thank God that I still have, and always will be able to hold onto those.

I so often lose my breath when I think of you, my first love, not being alive on earth – but Daddy I know you are so happy and in a much better place, looking down on us and guiding us, forever. Always my 911.

Pops, I was lucky 🍀 for 37 years to have you. Most don’t get that chance or a hero daddy like you.


My first love, though oh to dance with my father again.

Losing A Good Good Daddy. The Grief Is Too Real.. Everyday

I still need to write your whole story… the story of a legend in every walk of life. Most of all the story of my Pops.My Daddy.My Protector.My First Love.

It will happen, I’m just a bit scared to start as I know the tears won’t stop. For now this is just a short excerpt of a day missing you so very much.

This is the price you pay for having a great father. You get the wonder, the joy, the tender moments – and you get the tears at the end, too.

Today you popped up on Facebook.

Pops I just wish so often you could pop up in this crazy world.
Will the grief ever end no matter how strong we try to be and how happy we know you are.

Will thinking I see you somewhere and realise I haven’t with a drop of my heart ever become a reality that you are gone forever.

Today was a day.

Tears poured.

Yet I always make myself remember YOU my dear daddy were and looking down from Heaven still are, a good good father.

I adore and miss you with an aching heart.

I love you with an infinity which we will spend together. Until then I crave you always.

Your Becky