I've been absent from blogging for the past few days due to severe thunderstorms, but mainly because I was attempting to finish designing a Christmas ornament or Celebration.
My daddy passed away in 2005. Each year the funeral home holds a celebration on life around Christmas with each family placing an ornament on the tree in remembrance. Each year a new ornament is added along with ornaments from previous years.
This year is my turn to make the ornament.
This has taken much thought, mainly because :
1. I was Daddy's girl
2. I miss him more each and every day.
3. I wanted to honor him in the best way I knew how.
Here is the ornament I was finally able to finish....after much crying each time I tried to work on it.
Inside the card reads:
His favorite color-
Like his smiling eyes is blue
His heart-
Made of pure gold
His Faith- Unshakable
He placed everything in God's hands
His family-
Fragile and precious , like the finest crystal
The work on this piece- imperfect
Just like his "baby girl"
Loving husband, son, brother, uncle, grandpa, and even
a great...BUT
The most wonderful Daddy in the world
God truly broke the mold when he created you.
You are missed more with each passing day.
We Love you.
Just a reminder we all have to deal with difficult times. My daddy was there with me during my first 2 organ transplants. He was too ill to be with me for my kidney transplant. I made it through thoughts of previous transplants and him being with me, laughing. When I was discharged from the hospital to go home, he was admitted ( in a different city). I stressed if I would get to see him before he died and finally decided they could have my kidney-I HAD to see daddy again. He'd given me so much my entire life. I did see him in the nursing home a few weeks post transplant, he didn't know me. He died peacefuly in his sleep later that night. Immediately following his death I celebrated his life while others mourned his passing. My daddy was now free of hospitals, medicines, and being weak. Just as I've wanted to be my entire life. He was now whole again, enjoying that pair of wings he'd earned. Now is when I miss him, I mourn him, and I cry each time I think of his smiling face. His strength lives in me, I can survive. But oh how I wish I could have a daddy smile and hug.....
The story about "Pennies from heaven" is true. Each time I see a coin lying on the ground. I pick it up. Look to the clouds and say" Hi Daddy, I love you too."
