I Miss You

To my dad in honor of Day of the Dead,

I miss you. Last night I dreamt you were walking me onto the dance floor. You were wobbling with a cane and you seemed to be confused. I wanted to dance with you. 

I was looking at Koa last night and realized he's the same age I was while I was in foster homes, before I came to you and mom. I saw myself as his age and couldn't imagine anyone making someone so small feel as lost and alone as I felt before I was brought to you two. I then watched him play with Joe, rough housing, running, throwing, laughing, being chased and tickled, and tirelessly insisting on, "again!" So much joy. 

You were the best at playing. I couldn't get enough of the tickle monster. You made me feel loved and accepted and wanted.  I loved our nightly prayers, just you and me, you kneeling beside my bed. I didn't feel lonely anymore. 

I now do these things with Koa and feel blessed that you taught me how. 


I love you dad. Thank you for speaking my love language before I knew it.

Comments

  1. UnknownOctober 31, 2015 at 9:35 AM

    Beautiful post. ☺️

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  2. MaryOctober 31, 2015 at 11:13 PM

    Made me cry, Dear One. So beautifully said.

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  3. SalvimomNovember 5, 2015 at 12:04 PM

    Man Amiga! The things you learn about old friends...God bless you always!

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