As I was watching TV this evening I came across a story of a dad and his daughter. She was about to be married. He was on his death bed. The strength he mustered to make her dream come true of walking her down the aisle leaves me speechless. He was able to walk her down the aisle at her wedding while being wheeled on a transport bed.
And I was so touched that he did that for his daughter. He was able to make her incredibly happy that day, regardless of whatever pain or suffering he may have endured. When my Dad was dying, I couldn't talk to him about life without him. Not being able to have him walk me down the aisle. Not being able to meet his future (still) grandbabies. Not being able take another trip to Canada or Oregon and do some of the things that we enjoyed doing together.
Still, after 4 1/2 years, I break down and cry. I miss my Dad. As much as it made my heart happy to see that bride's dream come true - it still broke mine knowing that I could never have that. It makes me just want to shake-up every single girl who takes their dads for granted and help them to realize what I and the rest of the daughters that have lost their fathers would do to be able to have that moment.
So if you're a child out there and you're reading this - call your Dad and just share a little love today because I could really use a hug from mine right now.