It's getting harder and harder for dad to do the easy things we all take for granted. Like hanging something in the closet or unloading the dishwasher. Today it was his sweatshirt. He couldn't figure out how to put it on. We all put clothes on every day, come on. We all unload dishwashers, hang clothes, take phone calls, make appointments, remember (sometimes) appointments, etc. But dad had a hard time putting his sweatshirt on today. These little moments hit me like a ton of bricks. Face first, right into a brick wall.
I was talking to my sister today. We're all so happy we have each other. It's so great to be in a crowd of people and be able to turn to any one of them and just cry. Laugh. Hope. And they get it. We all know this is going to happen. But we all know we have each other to lean on and the common thread in all of it is our love for the most wonderful man I know.
To my daddy, I see you fading. And I know it's your journey, the way it is supposed to happen. But I promise you that my voice will always be here to tell you it's ok. Because it is. You are and always will be my guy. Your family loves you more than you could ever know. We're here.
Always <3.
