I Miss My Daddy!

Ludwig Groth is my father and the first good man I have ever loved. It’s because of the man he was and the example he set, that I am able to love men with deep passion and appreciation. I’m still “daddy’s little girl”, and you know what, I love it. I did not enter the world through his body, but I entered the world through his heart. The bond we share is unlike any other connection.

I can't believe it's already six months today since I said goodbye to you, the I last saw you, spoke to you, touched your hand, hugged you or just sat in your presence. I miss you! I really, really miss you. I miss the sound of your voice, I miss your words of wisdom, your sense of humour (I think you’d like my sense of humour, though I tend to be a tad cynical) and I miss the sound of your laughter. Not a day goes by when I don’t imagine what life would be like had you not died. Every situation that I find myself in I imagine a scenario where your present and sharing in the moments.

The only thing I can do, really is to hold on to the memories. I get to look at photos of you. I get to be proud when people (to this very day) still talk about what a fantastic man you were. You were always there for people when they needed help and you never expected or wanted payment for helping people. Your generosity and selflessness is inspiring and unmatched.You’ve left people with a lot of good memories of you. They always mention how you made them laugh, always listened, how you always helped whoever you could with whatever you could. It gives me a feeling of warmth inside to hear these things about you and inspires me to be the kind of daughter you’d be proud of. I used to cry a lot in the beginning because of the void left by your death, but as I gotten it got a bit easier. I still cry sometimes, but it’s easier to now laugh and smile at the memories.

Dad, I love you for an infinite number of reasons. I feel so blessed to have you as my father and I’m thankful for the wonderful life you have given me. I would like to celebrate you: a magnificent man, a loyal, loving husband, a devoted father, and a friend. Thank you for falling madly in love with Roberta Jane Paul and marrying her 56 years ago. Thank you for showing me that news headlines are not the norm; men can actually love women faithfully and unconditionally for a lifetime. Thank you for your love. Thank you for the memories. Thank you for being a good, hard working human being who encouraged me to be the best person I can be and to do the best I can in everything I wish to achieve.

Thank you for all that you did

I love you, Daddy.

With love always

Theresa