Tonight is rough. The house is quiet. Bud and the girls are all in bed and I am up finishing some last minute work before tomorrow and the song "One More Day" by Lonestar came on. And the wave of sadness hit me all over again.
Last night I had a crazy dream
Wish was granted just for me,
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money, or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished for one more day with you
One more day, One more time
One more sunset maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again; I know what I would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you
I think about the moment that I kissed him goodbye fully expecting to see him in less than a week after I brought the girls back home to Atlanta. I didn't stay long. His room was full of visitors but I kissed him and I hugged him and at the last moment I leaned back in and whispered "You are the best dad ever". I miss him so much and I would give anything for one more day.
I love you Dad!
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Kathy i can relate to you about your dad as i never got to say goodbye. I never knew i was angry about my dad dying until i got into therapy and the therist bought it to my attention. I was always my dad's baby and so was Shelley he got her everything and she couldn't understand what had happened either. Like i said i really can relate. Also i really enjoy have the blog so i can find out about the girls, Bud and you.
Love you all,
Grandma Geater
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