As the wedding gets closer I’m getting more and more excited. But I’m also thinking about the fact that my brother will be walking me down the aisle…(totally excited about that too) and not my dad.
He died when I was six years old. Sucks for young children to experience death at an early age. It’s not easy but life goes on. I miss him still. That was 22 years ago and I remember it like it was yesterday.
Man. Tearing up as I write this. So glad that God has been such a great father to me always. Can’t help but think though what my dad would think of me. Do I make him proud? Would he have loved my husband like his own son or would he give him a hard time because he doesn’t want to part with the apple of his eye 🙂 That’s funny. I think he would have given him a hard time.
Nevertheless, I am strong because of my experiences. And I am smiling because my brother (another important man in my life) will have the opportunity to give me away.
Bittersweet. But definitely sweet. This wedding will allow me to be with those who have blessed our lives. And those who have passed on will be smiling down. I miss my dad more and more as the big day gets closer but I am loved more than words can express and THAT makes me smile.