#missingmyfather

[mrhooperraps]

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I smile when someone says I’m just like my dad, and that smile stays on my face rather the content’s good or bad. #MrHooper #TaughtToBeTough #dad #missingmyfather #hiphop #wordsfromtheheart #love https://www.instagram.com/p/B6oyqBrJZfo/?igshid=r0p2rs8cjglv

[montanacreative]

Father...we always referred to my dear Dad as Father. My Mom would say ”wait till your Father gets home” or ”ask your father”. So when I see a card that says, Father, it pulls hard on my heartstrings. My Father was Dan Boyle, to some Danny, Daniel was far from formal for my soft-hearted Father. My Dad is well remembered every day @piejunkieyyc It is his steak and kidney with Guinness that we serve as well as our steak and mushroom. At Christmas those authentic sweet mincemeat tarts are a family recipe going back more generations then I know on my Fathers side. My Father lives on every day in so much that we do at the Pie Junkie. I think he would have been quietly proud. I know for sure he would have gotten ”a kick out of it all”. This Fathers day, remember your Dad with words of gratitude and a gift of time together. Time moves fast and when they are gone they are gone forever. Be good hug your Dad today. To all you fathers out there, Happy Fathers day! #missingmyfather #fathersday #timetogether

[djironmic]

#mybestfriend #myrolemodel #fatherfigure #Missingmyfather #Dad

[auoieong]

TO THE MAN I MISS MORE THAN THESE 15 THINGS I'VE MISSED ABOUT HIM

To the man who always asks me to go on a movie date and pays for my ticket, I miss you... To the man who never let me carry heavy stuff (even the light ones), I miss you... To the man who never fail to tell me how pretty I am whenever I made an effort to look good, I miss you... To the man who always loves to watch basketball, volleyball, boxing, billiards, and soccer game with me, I miss you... To the man who always cheers in favor of the team against my favorite basketball team, I miss you... To the man who always makes sure that I am safe during my travel trips, I miss you... To the man who always loves to do the laundry for me, I miss you... To the man who always reminds me to take my vitamins, I miss you... To the man who always reminds me to save some money, I miss you.. To the man who loves to leave notes (list of things to remember) for me at home, I miss you... To the man who never complain of getting tired just to buy my favorite donuts and milk tea, I miss you... To the man who always pays the electric and water bill every time I forget to, I miss you.. To the man who loves to treat me for a dinner even if it's my pay day, I miss you... To the man who would give me a phone call just to check if I want something to eat, I miss you... To the man who always asks me what I want for my birthday as a present, I miss you... To the man who I miss so much, there are lot of things I've missed about you. But you know what I've missed the most? I miss my father, my papi, my papa so much!!! It's been months already and now you are fighting again. For sure, the Lord is with you on this battle. He is with us. P.S. -I love you

[ashadieeyah87-blog]

My father has contributed a lot of time in the family business, The Buttermilk Artworks. He is CEO and founder of this graphic design company and it will be expanding.... #Missingmyfather

[clarasbookblog]

Papa's Girl: Remembering A Perfect Father

Photo's kinda blurred. This was me when I was four years old with my Papa.

This late afternoon while walking in my neighborhood, I realized how alive and present my father’s spirit is in my life. He was such an observer with his surroundings, a pet lover (as if our cats and kitten were his grandchildren), and I feel his presence reflected in the beauty and wonder of the outdoors. He was the one who did the marketing every morning for our small food store, the one who did the budgeting and knows where to buy cheaper products, which I never asked  and this afternoon me and my sister are the one who did the marketing for our store. And I am the one who take the responsibility to do the budgeting , as I am doing the tasks I feel extra close to him when I am walking  and doing the tasks he left to us. With each step I recall memories of the times we shared and “converse” with him on a heart level about new topics and issues that arise in my life. In life, I talked with him about any number of inconsequential and important things. And now, seventeen days after his death, I envision him listening as I consider my new crossroads. I feel his enthusiastic encouragement, unconditional acceptance of my choices and the comfort of his loving presence. It took some time for me to get here, but I have learned how to walk with my grief. My family celebrated his life with a special and uplifting event of spontaneous participation and remembrance. I felt the love and support of many as we moved forward into the following days and weeks. But my Papa was really and truly gone. His voice on the phone, his warm hugs and silly noises, his joyful smile and guiding presence, all were no longer accessible in a real and physical sense. After one to two days of his burial, the buoying support ebbed, and I began to feel some strong and surprising feelings: Anger. Despair. Desertion. A whooshing, jumbled tumult of grief washed over me and knocked me down. What could I do now? How could I go forward and surmount the emotions that I felt? And then I remembered: That  when I am in depression God gave me the idea to write.. to write in a notebook, to my notepad apps that installed on my phone. So, I began to journal a little bit every few days, recording my current state of emotions and recounting to myself his end-of-life story. I took my time to get from the beginning to the end, and along the way I began to accept and integrate my father’s physical absence. Releasing my tears before I sleep helped me feel better, and in hours and days that followed, I began to feel much improved. I was walking a new walk, transforming my grief into words on a page. My loss increasingly becomes an integrated, accepted and motivating part of me. I do not strive to “get over it” or “move on” from my father’s death. Instead, I awaken each morning confident that  Papa is walking with me into each new adventure I face. I celebrate the love, approval and joy we shared in life by acting on the grief-inspired purpose that is alive and well in me.